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Jethro paced in his cell, wanting to rip through the walls with his hands, or better yet, he’d tear Bill Vickers apart piece by piece. It’d been two days since their meeting, and he was still locked up. He should’ve taken his serum days ago, but he’d waited to be released. It was a good thing because the last two days had been nothing but fights. Each group had targeted him again and again. He wasn’t getting any protection from the prison Guards, not even Tonkers. Apparently, Wickerwood hadn’t wanted him dead...yet.
He had to figure out a way to get the gangs to leave him alone because he really needed to take his serum. The thought of it already made his skin crawl. If he waited any longer, he wouldn’t take it, and then he’d lose the use of his legs. The prisoners would kill hi
