Michael wakes up the next morning leaning up in bed hearing his cell door being open the guard Michael Spilotro time to go Michael looks at the guard confuse as he walks out of the cell as the guard escorts him to the intake sign here the guard slides him a plastic bag with his personal belongings Michael looks to the guard what happen to the charges? Your lawyer talked to the prosecutor and told them you was takeing the money and drugs to the police station so Leonard won’t get in trouble and that you two was at the apartment in Harlem when two man was there to rob clay hill and the prosecutor decided they dint have evidence to make any charges stick since no gun was found and no evidence of you being a robber Michael grabs the plastic bag and was escorted to the main lobby of the jail Michael walks outside down the side walk still could not belive what happen makeing Leonard set him up Michael walks to a pay phone booth calling his friend Joey to come pick him up Joey was from New York half hour later Joey pulls up to Michael as he climb into Joey car I need you to drive me to Seattle Joey nods and drives off to the interstate Michael dint want to tell joey what happen because Michael felt like he could not trust anyone no more

Rain spat towards the earth without any rhyme or reason, the Archon being once such person that was taking the lashing from the sky, their robes being the only thing saving them from a complete drenching. Quickly, he had to find an escape from the cold and lousy weather, but there were also pressing matters to attend to; five hundred magazines with nude bodies pasted all over the inside, it was a new craze that every young man, especially inmates, would pay great money to get their hands onto.

"How much do you think I'll get from this?"

The Archon recalled asking that question a few days back to one of his collegues, a man of disrepute who had a knack for finding the newest money-making scheme. They assured him there were hundreds of thousands to be made in this venture, inmates locked up would pay great money for any sort of piece of the outside and he would be the perfect provider.

Yet it had been six days and he hadn't heard a single word after he procured the... nudies. Was he the one being swindled? As he thought on this, he noticed a man getting into a car and leaving the prison. This would be the perfect chance, as they drove off, the Archon slipped into the prison with his back of treats and made his way inside. 

"Are you here to visit someone?"

One of the guards asked the Archon apparently signaling that he didn't need to sneak his way inside at all, he had forgotten how easy it was to get into a prison. Oh well. Handing the magazines to the guard, he walked away, he would give up this venture entirely, it was too much stress for the poor man. Looking inside, the guard looks back up towards the Archon and smiles.

"Thanks bud."

It wouldn't make him any money, but at least someone would have a good ending to this story...