Chapter 5“Barasa, on your feet,” the corrections officer snapped at him through the bars. Javi, snoozing on his bunk, enjoying the peace he doubted he’d get once transferred to the high security prison, rose halfway to his feet before he’d even woken up fully. The guard opened the door. “Out,” he said. Javi frowned.
“Where am I going now?” They’d told him he’d be having a medical exam before the transfer and he hadn’t had that yet. Maybe this was it.
“Just move it. Here.” He handed Javi a duffle bag. “Put your stuff in that. Anything you want to take with you.”
“What?” Damn, this must be the transfer then. “They said I’d be having a medical, and seeing my lawyer again before they moved me.”
“I’m not here to have a chat with you, pal. Put your stuff in the bag and move out.”
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