As usual, it’s an early morning start for the party members as they hurry out of their bunks, throw down another breakfast of slop and then get to their positions for the 0700 start.
As everyone goes about their regular duties, Grim and Taeva set to work on making the transmitter. The previous evening, Grim had given Taeva a list of the materials that he will need in order to construct the tracking devices and she manages to slip the first of the materials in her pockets whenever the other guards are not looking and out of sight of the many security cameras that cover the complex. Fortunately, the guards keep their attention on the prisoners more than their fellow guards and so it is not so difficult for her to sneak away the first handful of parts from the storeroom and also to take a few small items from the prison’s backup systems.
Taevas’ skill at stealthy pilfering is unmatched and, item by electronic item, she slowly, quietly retrieves expensive things for Grim’s list. It isn’t until lunch time that there’s a hitch. She finds herself in a darkened corridor that opens out in to the crowded cafeteria. The arm sized radio antenna is far too long to hide in her Guard uniform so she has to time her exit from the shadowy hallway, through the full lunch crowd and out the main exit perfectly and hope luck is with her. Unfourtunatly, her luck just ran out.
Sgt. Graves, the meanest screw ever to walk the halls of P239, is returning from outside duty with a cadre of fellow guard hanger-ons. He angles his group right through lunch crowd and is heading straight for Teava’s hidden spot. In seconds, he and his men would see the secretive thief and no doubt have questions about the removed company equipment.
Guard Okasawa is watching events unfold from around the dessert section and decides to act:
“You there, blondie, you just said you don’t like the gift of food Sternmetal provides? Why don’t you eat a fist sandwich!!” Jie yells, then swings at the confused female blonde inmate with a right hook which barely connects. The innocent victim’s food tray flies into the faces of the convicts behind her, all of them female weight-lifters who have cut their prison smocks to reveal ample amounts of their female physique.
“Bitch! I heard about you!” yells Carlotta the leader of this gang. “Now to teach you who really rules the cooler!”
With that, Carlotta and two of her large bosomed, young followers leap at Jie, who then topples over the counter into a large serving vat of green Jell-o. Jie’s attempts to escape the grips of the aggressive young girls only succeeds in having her padded mesh uniform nearly torn from her by their eager, groping hands. The four of them wrestle around in the very large gelatin vat pulling hair and grabbing arms and legs, Jie sees a way to get the upper hand on the situation by throwing off the last remnants of her uniform and jumping on a prostrate Carlotta in only her scarlet red bra and panties. The other two athletic furies leap on Jie and try to hold her down anyway they can.
Sgt Graves, just two steps from turning the corner and spying Taeva, stops in his tracks and says, “There is a situation brewing men! Let’s take a look!”
Then he literally runs toward the other side of the cafeteria, using his stunstick on any who would get in his way.
With all eyes on the jell-o covered ruckus, Taeva swiftly and successfully makes her move.
Once he has the first few necessary components, Grim gets busy with a soldering iron as he assembles the transmitter. He keeps his head down, ostensibly working on his regular business whenever any of the other guards are close, but continuing with the tracking device when no one else is looking. Throughout the day, Grim is making good progress.
Will does a little more research to see if he can find any more information on the collection of the ‘difficult’ prisoners that are collected by the mysterious ATVs.
After another long 12-hour shift, the party members meet up for dinner to compare notes.
“So how are you getting on with the transmitter?” Will asks.
“I finished it,” Grim says with a little pride.
“I managed to smuggle it out,” Taeva says. “It’s hiding under my pillow.”
“Excellent,” Will replies. “I found out just a little more information. The communication I read says that the prisoners need to be made ready for collection some time from 2200 onwards, which is good as it means that we will be off shift and it will be dark when the ATV arrives.”
“What frequency is the transmitter set for?” Arvor asks Grim.
“She’s broadcasting on channel 57,” Grim replies.
Arvor retunes his commo wafer to the channel. He nods as he is able to pick up the regular beep from the device, loud and clear as he is so close to it.
“It won’t give much directionality, but combined with another receiver it could be used to triangulate the vehicle, or at least give a quadrant and a distance approximation by itself,” Arvor says.
“So there’s around 72 hours until the ATV arrives,” he continues. “Is there anything else we want to do here before then, or do we just wait until the time of the transfer?”
The party members all discuss the information that they are missing in order to conduct the mission and each of them agrees to spend the following day using the time to fill in as many of the missing gaps in their information as possible.
It’s going to be a long day and so everyone heads off for an early night.