The Deadly Game - Block E

[Chicago Nights]

Location: Cells and Prison Infirmary
Block E

The siren sounded at 3.45pm on Thursday afternoon. It was official the prison had just gone into lockdown. Wherever people were, they stayed and their access to the outside had been cut off. The control rooms for several blocks of the prison have been over run and the prisoners are now in charge. Those prison guards that resisted have either been locked in the cells, beaten into submission or lay grievously injured.

The medical wing that leads onto the cells of for Block E has been overtaken by the Rebel Riders, a well known brutal biker gang. The prison infirmary has small windows at the very top of the walls along with clear glass panels running along one wall that leads out to a hallway. The hallway contains a supply closet and also runs directly into Block E of the prison. Again all weapons for law enforcement are checked at the door.

Gang: Rebel Riders

Intel: Leader is Dana Day, the brutal biker gang leader is well known for breaking fingers, toes and legs. They run a ten block radius on the south side of Chicago taking most of their money from the protection of businesses under their block. Their enemies are the Cobalt Monkeys. Easiest way to start a war is stray into either territory.

All players are isolated in their blocks. Help might come... at some point. Also disasters might appear too via a Chicago Staff member only.

Players that want to have their characters harmed, go for it but no death of said characters.

Tag: Isla Hudson, @trinity, & Harrison Kirkwood,

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IT'S GOING TO BE

one of those days

The prison wasn’t a usual stop for her. Trinity had managed to catch a case of a suspicious death at the prison and for some unknown reason they wanted the autopsy done there and not out in the daylight of a lab she was familiar with. Some people were just unreasonable though she was there, she arrived a little before two and had just finished her final cut when she heard that awful noise.

The siren followed by complete chaos, Trinity stayed where she was for all of five minutes before sliding a sterile scalpel into her boot before wondering out to see the prison cells practically over run. Locking the door to the morgue there Trinity looked around to see if she could help anyone. She had her medical training but no supplies to hand right now. This was the reason she liked her own federal lab, a place that didnt have unsuspecting nut jobs running around it.

There she knew who the crazies were first time. With all the yelling and screaming, she could see the guards were over run as she raised her hands and sat with her back to the wall. She didnt know her way around and there wasnt a clear exit to get to that she could see. She was a quiet soul, never someone to stand out or be heard and the dead were just her speed. It just happened that this time, the living were the ones making her life tougher than it had to be.

Tag: Harrison Kirkwood & Isla Hudson

SWANSKI

[Isla Hudson]

This wasn't Isla's normal day to be working, nor her normal assignment, but she was trying to save for vacation, so when the chance came up to take some OT she jumped at it, even if it was a stint at the jail. She'd done some shifts here during her training and didn't particularly care for it -- being locked in gave her the heebie-geebies, but anything for a buck, right?

At first the shift had gone relatively easy, checking on coughs, sniffles, fevers, abscesses, chronic conditions and handing out medications. It was boring, but it was a breeze, and there were only a couple of hours left, but, of course, nothing was easy.

Word came of an inmate having a seizure in Block E, so, escorted by several guards, through a series of doors...open one, close it, open the other...it all made Isla a little unsettled, knowing she couldn't leave if she wanted to, but then, she was confident that the guards would protect her, it was like her own little entourage.

That sense of security quickly vanished...

Isla wasn't sure exactly what happened, she was focused on her patient when all hell broke loose. There was a flurry of activity -- shouting, shooting, fighting -- and before she could even turn to see what was happening someone had grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet.

Fear coursed through her, but she had the good sense to go with it for now. There was a time for acting, and this wasn't it, and although her heart was pounding, she let herself be dragged along the corridor, trying to focus on controlling her emotions. If she lost that, she'd be in a world of hurt.

A few moments later she was flung unceremoniously into a room where she barely managed to miss colliding with an exam table as she stumbled and fell to her hands and knees. As she looked around, she noticed someone she recognized, Trinity, the coroner who had conducted some of their training sessions. While she might not recognize Isla, she was familiar, and Isla quickly scrambled over to her.

"Are you all right?" she whispered, scooting to sit beside her.

Harrison Kirkwood; @trinity,

[Harrison Kirkwood]

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Harrison was bidding on the contract to supply staff to the state prisons, extra guards and taking on a state contract like that he knew would do a world of good for Quantum Corps. He had the people to cover it, the contract was easy enough and he sent people when to cover over time, illness, undermanned and all the other reasons why a prison needed a backup system. He had been doing a walk around of the prison to see exactly where his people would be working.

Much like the military, Harrison was never going to put his people into a situation he first had no understanding of and had never seen for himself. Today he was doing the seeing part and perhaps he would take a shift or two just so the people working for him, knew he was still willing to get his hands dirty when it counted. It was the very reason he walked the same halls as the guard would need to. It had been the plan until the siren blared in his ears and things went to hell faster he could do anything.

Inmates managed to seize control and although Harrison had every idea to fight back, given the guards had been overrun so easily he knew picking the moment was the best idea. Instead of acting like the head of a security corporation (that now knew why the state was handing out private security contracts for the prison), Harrison simply played the hapless civilian. Letting himself he dragged and shoved into a room as he felt someone deliver a blow to his back as he not so elegantly went flying into a room with steel tables.

This room he had an issue with, this was not a happy room to be in as he saw two other women in there. He tried to smile without attracting much attention as he wondered exactly who they were. Cops maybe but he was unsure as he moved slowly over to them within talking distance. “Are you both okay?” Harrison asked trying to look over them to make sure there were no life threatening injuries. Once a commodore there was no getting away from looking after the people he was with, family or not.

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