In the infirmary, Ben took advantage of the time spent waiting in line for a bandage change to discreetly scan the room. His eyes quickly landed on a short, stocky guy sitting by the window, looking bored out of his mind. Among all the inmates here, this guy had the least serious injuries.
That was Chachi, one of the instigators of the cafeteria riot. If Ben wanted to get some information, he was the quickest way to do it.
Ben decided to approach Chachi. Right now, Chachi was just sitting there, zoning out, so Ben casually walked over and leaned against the window.
He took out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and pretended to look for a lighter before realizing he didn't have one. "Ugh..."
Chachi's eyes locked onto the cigarette, clearly interested. Cigarettes were a rare commo
