IC: Mr. Masta looked at Forret. "Go ahead and take five Forret." He then looked at the cell numbers. "interesting...drugs and other goods have been found on this block before. Somehow, someone is getting supplies from an unknown source. Find out who, then bring them to me." Mr.Masta laid back in his chair. "Dismissed."
Frank was getting nervous, Azkiz was the only one who could help him. which meant Frank was doomed. unless he could reason, or better yet, threaten him. he pulled one of his grenades off his belt. it was just simple snooze gas, but he knew Rallin didn't know that. "alright mud, you got to the count of three to let me go, or i drop this tear gas on us both. Also Azkiz, go get help before i chuck this your head." he put one finger on the pin. "tell ya what, you let go and I'll make sure your punishment is only ten more years."
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