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IC: Forret's dull eyes lit up when he heard the Warden tell him to 'take five'. "Thank you very much, Warden! Just call if you need anything else." He said, much in contrast to his previous mood and what he was thinking, having found a new respect for Mr. Masta. He strolled out of the Warden's office, past the saluting guard, ensuring he had his broom in hand, and made for the laundry room, where he often went to relax during breaks.

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Rallin did not notice Frank move his hand to the tear gas canister, he was too busy giving Azkiz a death stare. Once Frank had told him what he was going to do, it was too late to stop him; he already had his finger in the pull ring. a slight move and he'd be on the floor crying like a baby.

"Sh*t!" He said, knowing his chances of an extended sentence had been vanquished. But then Frank told him he would only give him 10 years if he let him go. Without moving his shiv-wielding hand from the wolvark's neck, he thought for a few seconds. He had got lucky, and if he agreed to this, and made out he didn't want to stay longer, the guard was sure to make him serve a long sentence for his actions. After all, all guards were the same, he'd learnt that from previous convictions.

"Fine." Rallin sighed, letting go of Frank but trying to keep the sound of joy from his voice. "Gimme the best you got. And YOU," He said, turning to to Azkiz. "You better hope i aint in here for a long time, i'm not gonna forget what you said, pal."