Angel - "Trust me. If anything, I know more about either of you. I know Matthews has been sneaking info and contraband in for you. I know he's also half-brained, ignorant, and incapable of acting like he's not hiding a thing. You, though, you're even worse." She stands, going to the door. Angel - "As of now, you're under Quarentine. Try anything, and you'll be put down so fast, we'll disprove gravity's constant rate." She leaves, double-locking and bolting Adrian's cell door shut. Nothing could get through it. She notified the guard stationed at the door not to let anypony in, let alone out. Sent from my SPH-L900 using Tapatalk
After dunking her head in a sinkful of water, Starnsy was able to clear her head somewhat. She was still shaking slightly, but it would go away in time. She thought back to Blackheart's actions. He's usually very calm amd collected, it's not like him to do something as drastic as what he had dome when she was searching his cell. She didn't know what exactly he was hiding, but he was most definitely hiding something. She eventually found one of her superiors, taking a deep breath to calm her shaking. "Sir... I believe that Blackheart and possibly Vulcan Eruption are up to... Something. Blackheart seemed as if he was hiding something. B-Based on his actions when I was searching his cell again. I think a couple of guards should be posted by their cell, i-if we can spare the manpower, sir." She hoped she was convincing enough, and that although she didn't have any proof, she hoped his actions were enough.
A short time later, while Blackheart lay sleeping, a Unicorn stallion and an Earth Pony mare showed up at the gates of the prison. Judging from the mare's bulging midsection, she was about two months away from giving birth. The stallion approached the guard and produced his identification papers. "Good evening, sir. My name is Blackout, and this is my wife, Heart Song. We are here to see my father, Blackheart. It is imperative that we speak to him right away."
Grey sat in his bed, reading an old book that Shadow Bliss gave him the first few weeks he arrived in the prison. It was huge, and not in size, rather in pages. It was sixty chapters long, and right now he was about to finish it for the fourth time. He didn't mind reading, it kept Grey occupied.
Superior Officer - "I'll see what can be done. Anything else you noticed about either of them? They can both be troublesome at times, but nothing out of the ordinary thus far." The clerk nods, dialing a number into his desk phone and holding it up to his ear. The warden's phone rang on his desk. Neither of them paid any attention at first, but the unicorn finally answered it. Unicorn - "Hello?" Clerk - "There are guests for a Mr. Blackheart, but it's almost time for-" Unicorn - "Light's Out, I know. Have them escorted to his cell. Nothing to showy, though. The last thing we need is another riot in this building." Clerk - "Yessir. Right away, sir." They both hang up, the clerk turning to Blackout. Clerk - "Just a moment more." He picks up a radio, raising the volume. Clerk - "C19, please respond." Silence, except for white noise. Clerk - "C19, respond." ( [MENTION=7990]Scarecrow[/MENTION] ) Barney's radio was buzzing softly, the occasional click of the end of a message faintly heard. Faintly, his security number could be heard, but not much more. Sent from my SPH-L900 using Tapatalk
"Oi! Git up! Ya got visiters!" Blackheart was awakened by a rather rude Pegasus. Yawning, he climbed out of bed to await whichever ponies had come to see him. He wondered who it could be. Most of his friends had abandoned him after he was arrested, and the few that had stuck by him were not the type to willingly walk into a prison. Blackout looked at the clerk, frowning. "What's going on?" He leaned forward, the pin that identified him as an officer of the Night Guard visible on his travel cloak. "Is something wrong?"
Starnsy shook her head. "No sir... It was just his behavior when I was searching his cell that made me suspicious. He actually broke out of the cuffs I had put him in, he hurt himself pretty badly in the process, and I don't think he did it just to show off. I don't have anything on Vulcan, but if they're in the same cell, I think it's safe to assume they may be planning something. I can't be for certain of anything unless I find something or I'm able to get information from them." She let out a small sigh. She didn't like having to even be near Blackheart, let alone speak to him at this point, but it was her best bet at stopping whatever it was they had planned. "Sir I'd like to schedule a chat with Blackheart at the earliest time available."
Barney looked inquisitively at his radio, and poked at it. He though he might have just been hearing things... A sound clicked, and Adrian was able to slip out of his straight-jacket. He slipped out a book from his book-shelf, opening it up, revealing a cell phone hidden within it. He flipped it open, and clicked a few buttons. Barney's phone was already on speed-dial. Matthews answered. "What's up, Doc? Sorry, man. Can't get to Galtan. Fools think that we don't know a thing... Anyway, so what about that Vulcan character? He seems like he can be pretty useful." Adrian took a deep breathe, pausing for a moment to think. "Yes, I do think he could come in handy. Also, I think I've evaluated the girl enough. You know what I always say; 'Eat the rude.'" The two smirked in amusement, and Adrian hung up, putting the phonme back into the book. He looked at the clock outside the clear wall with holes. 5:03 in the afternoon. 57 minutes until dinner. Adrian was a prisoner, but he was still used to solve cases of killers and was rewarded each time he did so. Last time, he was able to have it so that each day, he would be able to eat fine foods from some of the best chefs that the beareau could get. This was possibly the last dinner before the big event. He had planned something big, and he hadn't chose a large amount of chemistry books to be put onto his shelf for nothing..
Vulcan was on his bed, reading a newspaper as a photo of himself prior to him having to wear the mask was still making news. Even while he was locked up, his actions still affected the lives of ponies in Equestria. He looked young, still having a mane on his head instead of him being bald, and he the largest smile on his face. Now, he was confined to wear a mask for the rest of his life. As much as he would like to leave the prison, rescue his imprisoned separatist inner-circle and any other loyal members and try to reform his organization, he had been stuck inside of the prison long enough to become familiar to the lifestyle. He would never leave unless he fought his way out. He wished for this so called 'uprising' to occur, and when it did, he'll murder anyone that did him wrong.
