"It's all there." Said Warden Gobs
sitting in behind his desk, reaches out, and grabs the burning
cigar from out of its trey with his left hand as his right holds
the black phone on to his ear, resting his elbow off the edge of
the desk. "Yes not to worry." Blows out the cloud of smoke he had
seeped in, watches as it flows on up, in over the glass cased
monitor from in the left corner of his desk. "I got to go. There
here." He takes a good glimpse in around his office; making sure,
the four seats set out in front of his desk are well put, the
round table from in front of them set with what he had requested;
nuts, sour mints, his fine European cigars placed right from in
each of the fingers of his gorilla hand ashtray, the four
glasses, ice trey and the vintage bottle of sipping whiskey he
had been set with for the occasion from the chief of
He lets the buzzer ring,
clicks the switch from in his phone; letting his secretary know
he is aware then hits the security switch from on the panel on
the left side of his desk after letting the second buzz from in
the door buzz off.
"Yes." He said, standing to
his feet as the four stepped in one at a time. He looks over on
to the mirror from on the wall; right side of the door. He looks
himself over, his black suit, its red tie then on to the shine
from in his correctional officer's badge on his right
"Mr. Gobs." Said the women
in the pink black striped suit. He looks on to her gazing in to
her brown eyes letting his vision tune in around her golden brown
skin, glossed black hair as it falls just above her shoulders
then sets his eyes on to her red juicing lips as the lipstick
glosses from in one of her steps in towards the four dark red
leather chairs set out in front of his desk.
"Yes." He said sitting back
down in to his seat, eyeballs the three others then sits him self
in. "You must be Cheri, Miss Lenore from Chicago."
"Ah, that's me." The women
in the red dress, white blouse and her long locks of blond hair
said as she swings them up over her left shoulder.
"Ahh." Gobs said looking on
to her then watched as the women in the pink blacked stripped
suit sat her self down next to the blond who he thought was
"Miss Uminia." Gobs said,
winks his right on to the women in pink, smiles then looks over
them both as they sit so well perfectly put from in front him;
right side of his desk. Miss Lenore on the end seat and Uminia
next to her; beside the man in the dark green suit, yellow tie,
his graying hair as the spectacles bring a tint in over her
bright blue eyes.
"Quite the establishment you
have here." The man in the dark green suite said, his Irish
accent, smiles then looks over his right shoulder on to the man
next to him wearing a black Nike sport jacket, white-gold
stripped Nike sport pants, white sneaker in match as each Nike
symbol shines under a shimmering gold.
Warden Gobs looks on and
takes note, going over what he was to expect from in his mind as
he looks on to the two of them; watching how they have now seemed
to have made them selves comfortable and representing them selves
as they were. Johnny Jigs ;The Jamaican looking man, his long
dreads, the casual yet luxurious Nike track suit, the older man
next to him; Jim Tax; his Irish accent, pale white skin, and his
means for complimenting him of his prison. "Yes." Gobs said,
"This is it." He looks on to the table, up on to the four of them
then sets out his right hand; fanning it up above his desk
saying. "Help your selves." He sets his hand down on to his glass
of whiskey and says. "I already have and am." Brings the glass up
under his chin, waits then tilts it back as Miss Lenore and Miss
Uminia leaned in over the table and help them selves to the
"So is everything clear."
Asked Johnny Jigs.
"As is." Gobs said bringing
the glass back up to his lip smiling and tilting his head in for
a drink in cheer.
Jigs lifts his left brow,
smirks his face then reaches in to his jacket with his right
hand, pulls out a silver disc from in and tosses it over his
shoulder. Gobs stands to his feet, looks on to the square five
inch disc as it settles in on his Green carpet then looks down in
to the monitor on his desk after seeing the disc begin to light
up. "What's going on?" He mumbled leaning over his desk as his
fist grind in to its top.
"Just a minute now." Jigs
said leaning in towards the table, grabs a glass, looks over on
to Miss Lenore's legs, rolls his eyes on up, smiles as he meets
her in her eye then looks on to Uminia and winks before turning
to grab a hold of the whiskey bottle.
"Precaution." The Irish man
said, waving out his right hand on to Gobs in order to get him to
remain calm and back in to his seat.
"What? Bugs?" Gobs asked,
sitting back in his seat.
"Nope." Said Jigs as he
leaned him self-back in to his seat; catching a glimpse of the
sweeper as he turned from grabbing hand full of nuts.
Gobs takes a good look
around his office. In need of assurance, a self-security then
sets his left hand onto the brown folder set out in front of
"We don't need to go line by
line." Said Lenore then leaned back in her seat, sets her arms up
on to its rest, and lightly shakes her head as her falls back
behind her shoulders.
Gobs look over on to Jigs
and Tax, they look back and remain their stare in question.
"Alright." He said pushing the folder aside. "I guess were all
here for the same. Here in my prison." He leans back after seeing
the four nod, loosing up and sit back in their seats; giving him
their full attention. "Our sponsor's." He said then brings both
hands up in front of his chest, sets out two fingers from each
then points them up and down saying, "The investors." He grabs
his glass up of his desk, sips back the whiskey, and then takes
his time setting it back on. "It seemed to have caused quite the
review from in its operation in Jamaica."
He said, looks on to Jigs then raises his left brow. "Hu." He
asked looking around on to the four of them. "This is not quite.
I haven't seen the clips or looked over its rating's from in the
display I heard you had put together out there in your
Ireland Mr. Tax." He looks on to the Irish man, studies
him then looks away after seeing the Irish men hold him self back
from in the deep breaths he had running from under his dark green
"Are you trying to say
something Warden?" Asked Miss Uminia, leans in over the table and
brings her glass up and leans back taking a light slurping sip;
showing she as a women can handle a mans drink and sit her self
next to the rumbles from in their breaths as he goes on teasing
and playing each one of their cards.
"Not yet." Said Gobs lifting
his glass up, tilts it her way then takes his drink.
"So." Said Miss Lenore
tilting her head to the left, getting catching him in the eye
from in his view on Uminia.
"Well." Gobs said calmly,
slanting his lower lip to the right as he sets down the glass. He
looks on then leaned over as Tax reached in to the table and
grabbed the bottle of whiskey. Tax looks up, catches Gobs as he
brings out the glass in left hand, and then smiles a wink on to
him as he tilts the bottle over his glass. Gobs watches as the
Irish man takes his time, watches as the whiskey stirs slowly in
to his glass. Tax sets the bottle back down, looks at it as it
shines a crystalline on to the table, smiles then grabs it,
brings it up over the desk then pauses as it shines in over Gobs
desk from under his glass. Gobs shakes the glass from in his
hand, dancing the shine from in it in to the shine from off the
bottle as Tax holds it. Uminia leans over, holds up her empty
glass, looks thru it, matching the shine from in hers with theirs
then sets it on the desk. Lenore then leans in, Jigs stands to
his feet, steps in, and sets his down.
"Let me." Said Gobs after
setting down his glass, holds up his hand; motioning for them to
all sit back then grabs the bottle up from off his desk and runs
it back and forth from over the five glasses as they fill from in
his serve. "Vaula." He said then pushes them out on to the edge
one at a time in to each of their hands.
"Its more of a game then it
leads me to think." Said Gobs letting out a wind of relief and
looking on to the four as they set for a wonder. "This prison is,
was a structure of mad men. It's not a survival of the fittest.
"I'll drink to that." Said
Lenore then matched her glass with Uminia as she held it out for
"From what I've seen; it's a
game for rats." Gobs said, leaning over his glass then lifts up
his right hand looking on to Jigs and Tax; breathing out a wind
for patience as they stared on to him as if he was a rat himself.
"Hey." He then said leaning back in his chair. "I've been in the
game for, well some time now." He said, convincing them as he
waved out his left hand; showing off all his plaques of
achievements from in the correctional services on his wall. He
brings down his hand, sets it around the glass of whiskey, and
asks. "The guards, your guard, the cops, the players. Do they
know exactly what their getting them selves into?"
"Why is that?" Asked Tax,
showing a sign of discuss on his face, grabs a hold of his
spectacles with his right hand then folds them in to his chest
and sets them in to the breast pocket of his suit.
"I've read the stats." Gobs
said looking down on to the brown folder. "Smart men turned it
down, hell it gave them a creep just thinking of it as a
suggesting." He looks on to Tax, Jigs then on to Lenore and
The four look back; watch as he
looks down on to the folder.
"Have you looked over the players;
the game. I have the toughest, craziest, cop killers, insane two
hundred and fifty pound raw flesh willing and ready to take on
the means of this game."
"They know?" Asked Lenore.
"Owuhuo." Breathed Uminia over her
glass before taking back a sip.
"Do they know?" Gob asked in
surprise, looked on to Jigs then down on to the glass as his hand
quenched a grip.
"This is like joining the army to
them, its what there life concise of." Said Gob then breaks for a
smile; wiping the straight sense form off his face then brings
his hands up in front of his chest and turns them out in front of
Jigs leans in, reaches in to the
gorilla's hand holding the cigars Gob had set for them and grabs
one then looks up on to Gobs and lifts his brows. Gobs nods his
head then sets out his right hand and tilts up his fingers. Jigs
grabs another cigar, sets his in to his mouth, hand Gob a cigar
then leans over his desk as Gob grabs the lighter from in its
hold on the ashtray from on his desk.
"Ya." Said gob as he fired a flame
in to Jig's cigar. "Hey." He said looking on to Tax as Jig's
leaned back into his chair. Tax brings up his left hand and waves
Gob away. Gob fires another flame, looks on to Lenore and Uminia
then looks down on to the folder as he brings the cigar in to a
"Are we clear?" Asked Gob setting
his question in thru a cloud of smoke as it fills in over his
Tax brings up his right hand, lets
it sit up on his shoulder and waits as Gob looks around the four,
setting a frame as they sat there in front of his desk.
"Yes." Said Gob looking on to the
Irish man then set a wink on to Jigs as he blows out a cloud of
"What's the deal?" Asked Tax.
"These rats as their put. Is there a prize, they
"That's not my department." Gob
said. "I believe its for freedom. They will be well catered
"Weapons?" Uminia asked.
"No." Gob answered sitting up from
in his chair and setting his elbows on to his desk. "None. The
player's get the pleasure of using a mace, cuffs to assist them
in the game and a club. That's it. If they starve, choke on the
mace end up cuffed to a chair." Gob said, shakes his head, looks
down on to the desk top then says. "It's them against the bars
from in this prison. They should be well aware of what goes on
from in behind them and its stench."
"I smell it." Said Tax bringing his
glasses up on to his face then says, "A play from in its domain;
"Well," Said Gob then brings his
glass up to his lip, sets his left hand on to the cigar from in
"When are going to get the player's
in profile?" Asked Lenore.
"We have a special little
presentation to air before we start the clock." Said Gob after
swallowing down the whiskey he had sipped in to his mouth then
sets the cigar on to his lower lip and smiles.
"Insurance is all their asking
for?" asked Uminia.
"They seem to be confident and yes
if they happen to fall to their death; we have them covered."
Answered Gob looking down in to the ashtray, twirling the burning
cigar in to it then looks on to Jig as Jig's breaths out a wind
"You're going to sit back and watch
these mad men beat them to a death?" Jig asked, watched as Gob
sets for a thought.
"Six on six" Gob said looking on to
Jig then rolls his eyes around the four of them. "Last man
standing or team. The gates stay secure until then. If it happens
to be the inmates? Well they know the routine."
"What's that?" Lenore asked.
"For the ones in their final years,
paid their debts to society before stepping in; realest and
rewarded. The others; they will be well suited from in their hold
and will be featured in another." Answered Gob, looked around
then down on the folder and opened it. He sets out the pages then
sets four out and places the pen on top saying. "This is all I
need from the four of you. I need you to read and sign, place
your thumb in to the top right hand corner; the sticky
"We expect to be taking full
coverage of the ordeal." Jig said then leaned in, set his thumb
on to the paper in front of him then grabbed the pen and
"For now it's in my hand. My people
will handle the rest." Said Gob as he leaned back in his seat and
watches as they follow in after Jig and sign away.
The four sit back in their seats,
look on to Gob, he looks them back; letting them seek from in a
silence for what he is about to say before saying. "Well that's a
wrap." And slaps his hands together then looks on to
"So this is retirement feels." She
said then smiles and joins in on a giggle with Lenore.
"Gentlemen it been a pleasure." Gob
said as Jig and Tax stood to their feet, and leaned in towards
"Yes." Said Jigs then looks down on
to his cigar from in the ashtray on the corner of Gob's
"Very well." Tax said, held his
right hand upon front of his chest, and then turned for the
"Ladies." Gob said, smiled as they
both turned from in their stand in behind their chairs.
Lenore breaks for a wide smile;
showing off her teeth than ran her right hand up in to her hair
saying. "I'll see you then."
"Yes." Said Gob then looks on to
Uminia. "And you?" He asked.
"I'll be around." She said smiling
standing her self in front of him. He triggers the security
release from on the door, brings his hand up over his desk and
watched as the three walked on out.
"Come." He says, turning out from
in his desk, wheeling him self out from in his seat. Uminia looks
on to the door then turns and looks on to Gob and begins walking
in to him as he sits out behind his desk from in his
"Is this a proposal for dinner?"
She asked, stepping in, letting him get a good long look of her
as she steps in slowly then turns her back to him and leans her
self on to his lap.