Snyder sat in his cell. His beaten back felt raw even with healing balm applied so Hewitt would have a fresh skin to stripe next time.
The cell block door slid up and admitted a female guard.
I’ve not seen her before. But wait, I have.
Mama Borden stopped in front of his cell, wearing the guardsâ€™ uniform and heavy make-up to hide the wrinkles.
Snyder gasped. â€œMama?â€
She put a key in the cell door and turned it. â€œThatâ€™s Private Cyanne Jones-Walker.â€
â€œI’m a Specialist. Are you going to salute?â€
â€œBoy, drop the smart talk and come on. Ceruleanâ€™s got a car waiting.â€
â€œThatâ€™s great, but, how did you get in?â€
â€œI had a calculator in my coat and copied Dread’s passcode when he entered it. While I was wailing and screaming, I was looking for a way into the jail.â€
â€œWhat are you talking about?â€
â€œYou weren’t Mama watching your baby get beaten, you were ol’ Harriet, tryin’ to figure out how to break into jail and putting on so that nobody would suspect you.â€
â€œIt worked, didn’t it? Now come.â€
â€œMama, I can’t.â€
â€œWhat do you mean? You got a car parked down the street and forty thousand American that Cerulean and I got by selling everything we couldn’t pack. You can.â€
â€œSomebody told me nobody would die for a harem girl. If I leave, Iâ€™ll be sentenced while absent, thereâ€™d be no appeal, and really bad law would take root.â€
â€œBut you got to come. This world can go to Hell. No cracker’s gonna beat my baby.â€ Tears, real ones began to trickle down Mama Bordenâ€™s face. â€œGod forgive me. I almost killed them.â€
Â â€œYou couldnâ€™t have killed them.â€
â€œThe guard was too intent on watching the ‘fun.’ I could have grabbed his gun.â€
â€œDo you know how to turn off the safety?â€
Mama Borden raised an eyebrow. â€œWhat’s a safety?â€
â€œA reason not to feel guilty. You wouldâ€™ve just embarrassed yourself. But let me see the gun in your holster.â€
Mama Borden pulled it out. Snyder eyed it. â€œSafetyâ€™s on, good. So howâ€™d you take care of the usual guard?â€
â€œWe had ourselves a friendly conversation over cider. I drugged his second cup.â€
â€œYou better get out before he comes to.â€
Mama Borden gave Snyder a hug. Snyder winced. She started to cry again, but wiped the tears away. â€œI’ll drop the keys with our friend. But if you convicted, I’ll be back.â€
Snyder watched Mama Borden leave and laid down and closed his eyes.
Continued Next Thursday
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