Visitation is refused. You are led out. 

"WELL FUCK YOU TOO!" she shouted at the officer as he man-handled her out the door. She stood there staring at the front of the building, thinking this was all some type of sick joke. Hanging her head, she headed back to the hotel. She needed a drink, a hug, anything to get over this feeling of being an absolute failure. 

Lily takes a cab to within a block of the prison and gets out after paying the driver. She's dressed like a boy...baggy jeans and oversized shirt hiding her figure and her hair pulled up under a cap which is pulled low over her face. She's carrying a paper sack as she walks toward the prison. 

This wasn't a break out attempt. More of a recon mission that would be chalked up to an act of vandalism. Sick with worry, and waiting, and her own issues, she needed to do something, anything. 

Without actually removing the cans of lighter fluid from the sack, she discreetly pops the top, turns them up side down, and starts drizzling their contents as she circles the prison and gently splashes anything on her course. Grass. Garbage cans. An unfortunate alley cat who hissed at her and disappeared down a gutter. 

When she's gone around twice, she kneels down and pulls a box of matches from her shirt pocket and strikes one before dropping the whole box in a puddle of gas. As the flame whooshes to life, she turns and quickly walks down an alley and into the street opposite, one block over. Climbing a rusty fire escape, she moves across the roof of an antique store and sits on the ledge facing the prison, waiting to see what kind of response they had. Did the prison have a fire brigade, or would the city fire house respond? THAT would be interesting. Where do the prisoners get herded to? Did they get locked down, or was there an area where the guards corraled them until threats or danger passed? Would the prisoners see an opportunity, team up and try to get out during the chaos? 

Smelling the first bit of acrid smoke, she waited.

A siren, long and wailing. The entrance gate closes and guards appear on the entrances. 

After around 10 minutes, the city fire service arrive and manage the blaze. There is minimal damage to the concrete building, however the trash can copped it. Detroit's finest are soon on the scene and monitor the site for some time. 

Lily watches as the city fire department arrives and douses the flames. As expected, police arrive to investigate.

No prisoner movement outside, though. No inmates transported or shuffled around that she can see. 

Back to the drawing board. If Gracie can't get in as a visitor, she'd have to get in as a doctor.

The lockdown is lifted, the cops leave and the gates are reopened. 

Gracie tugged on her wig a few times and then strode into the prison. She had a new badge that read, "Grace Angeletti, M.D" with clearance to go anywhere in the prison, but most places she needed an escort. She moved to the front desk, relieved it was the tall skinny guy from her second visit, rather than handsy McHanderson. "Grace Angeletti," she said, pointing to her badge, "I wasn't sure where I needed to come in..." she told him. She stood there, trying to hide her nerves. The man nodded, and gestured towards the door. She moved to stand by it while he said the usual things, and then let her through the bars. 

All in all, it was fairly easy. But now was the hard part. 

Lily returned the following day, as had become her pattern since first arriving in Detroit. She had no plan or disguise this time; Gracie had an in, after all, and the wheels were moving. She simply felt better being here, which was odd, because it was the worst place in town to be. Hands in pockets, she stares up at the dirty cinder block building, in something of a daze when one of the guards comes out to do rounds. When she finally notices him, she does a double take. 

One thing she'd learned in her time within the crew was how to spot another one like her...someone walking the shady side. As he approaches, her suspicions are confirmed. No way was this man a prison guard. She'd never met him, but he must have recognized her from her daily loiterings.

"Hello," she says, waiting to see what he might say.

Renard was one of the lucky ones in the jail. Well, relatively speaking.

Some poor slobs were locked up for decades. Renard had spent a couple years behind bars, but at least he had his whole life ahead of him. It was his future that occupied his thoughts as he kept a stoic face while his paperwork was processed. He didn't want to give these assholes the satisfaction of a smile. 

He'd miss a couple guys on the inside. Red. David. Anthony, as enigmatic as he was. But Anthony might actually be his key to a more profitable future. Renard had a letter, and he had a mission. He was hoping to parley it into something more permanent. 

He just had one problem. He had no idea where the fuck to start looking for Gracie. 

Anthony had told him that Gracie was the hot looking doctor, and Renard hoped that she'd recognize his face. So he walked a mile down the road from the prison, sat on a tree stump within sight of the road. He absentmindedly tapped his pocket, which concealed the letter to Gracie from AnthonyBlack. Hopefully she wouldn't just blast by him on her way out and he'd be able to actually deliver it. 

Morning breaks over the prison and there is increased activity as people come and go. Cars arrive, then leave again. 

She had been let off at the end of the drive, so she could walk into work. She was a bit early, but she liked it that way. Her brain was working over time but even once she got in she still had to focus. She looked a bit confused at a man sitting there, "Uhm," she said as she took a step back wondering if he was an escapee. "Hello." she said, crossing her arms over her stomach. 

Well dressed officials step out of the prison, adorned in ceremonial effects. More cars begin arriving to pick up individuals. 

Gracie looks up as cars drive by. She sighs and turns her attention back to Renard "Are you supposed to be out here?" she asks him, "Because you look a bit rough..." she trailed off as yet more cars came by. "The hell is going on?" she muttered, wondering if she'd be allowed back in the prison to find out. 

Renard, munching on an apple, glanced up to see an attractive woman. No, THE attractive woman he was waited for. Renard popped up quickly and walked toward Gracie.

"Gracie, yea? I've got a letter for you from AnthonyBlack. Kind of expected you earlier, so you might have to hustle to make use of this information, but I hope that maybe passing it along has earned me a spot in your organization?"

With a nod, Renard forwards to Gracie the letter AnthonyBlack had given him.

Gracie opened the letter and read over it, "Crap." she said before taking off in a run towards the hotel. She looked behind her and yelled out, "You coming kid?" as she carried on running. AnthonyBlack 's letter needed to be shared, and she had to let Alex know. 

Shrugging, confused but excited, Renard takes off and follows Gracie.

Gracie had come back to the prison and was now standing in her office, pacing. She kept glancing at the clock, watching the minute hand slowly tick down. She was distracted occasionally when someone would come in for treatment, but for the most part she just waited, paced and grew more and more worried. 

From his cot bed, Anthony could follow the shadows cast up his wall from the window high above. As the sun set, the darkness crept higher and higher, eventually meeting the ceiling. The lights flickered on, and the boy swallowed hard. He stood in his cell, pressing his palms into the bars while looking up and down the hall. There was one guard, meandering back and forth and muttering to himself. Straightening up again, he pulled an item from his mattress and studied it for a moment.

His prison attire was now heavily weathered, showing signs of age, though his time in the facility was only a couple of months shy of a year. His hair had begun to regrow to it's typical rough and unkempt style, after being shaved. He still sported the bumps and bruises familiar to his youth, too.

The capsule, given to him by Gracie earlier on was now between his fingers. Her instructions were clear, though Anthony couldn't help but feel this may be his last night. A trembling hand placed it on his tongue and he ingested it without issue. It would only be a few moments later when he felt flushed with heat and a growing ache in his stomach. Sweat beads built up across his scalp and hands, which quickly covered his entire body. Hot saliva began building up in his mouth and his gut churned. 

He cried out. 

Lurching forwards, his arms fell through the bars as they failed to catch him. He hung against the caged door and grimaced through the agony passing through his abdomen. A strange sensation began to pass through his limbs and he soon realized he had no control over his legs. What little support was there, now left, and he fell to the floor with a yelp. 

Consciousness dipped and his eyes drew to a close. He found comfort in seeing the guard racing towards him.

One arm fell to the ground through the bars, closely followed by a growing pool of vomit.

Anthony's last thoughts were of Lily, Gracie and home. 

Alex, LilyWhite, and Shini all sat in the sat in the van about half a mile from the prison. They were all chatting lightly and preparing themselves for what was to come when the radio chirped and the dispatcher indicated that the prison had a fatality and needed the body picked up as quickly as possible so they could quarantine the area because it seemed like it might be a contagious virus of some kind. 

Quickly responding that they were nearby, Alex pecked the gas and ten minutes later they were being waved through the prison gate. As he parked the van Alex turned to the back of the van were Lily waited, "Keep an eye out for anything crazy and if it looks like it's going to go back honk the horn loud and then get the fuck out of here - Shini and I will find our own way out. If we aren't back here within 30 minutes go - they seem in a hurry so if it takes longer than that something may have gone wrong."

Alex put a ventilator mask on and zipped his coveralls up completely. Adding a pair of medical cloves he was pleased to note all of his tattoos were well covered. Stepping out of the van he looked at Shini, "Alright, lets do this."