The Babylon Thing
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All but one of the choppers rose into the air. Gabrielle watched the screen on the monitor in her lap. The screen was split into sixteen separate images, each displaying the view from a different camera. Earlier, Peter and his team had arranged them throughout the prison at strategic locations so they collectively covered every inch. The game was sure going to be good. But oh look, one of the cameras had been positioned wrong, or nudged accidentally. The one in the antechamber was pointing up at the ceiling. Darn; that might be where the best action takes place!
Inside the prison, Angelo, Marco and Paul were striding down the corridor lined with cells. Each man wore body armour and carried a short-barrelled machine-gun, a pistol and a knife, the latter two tucked away in holsters.
“The boss wants a game. Silly bitch, did she think those animals could open his cell door? Now she wants us to play with this Jackson asshole in the Games Room. I have a better idea. We’re going to open that trapdoor and shoot him. In the knees, then the elbows, then the stomach, and then the face. And then I’m going to cut off his dick. No, dick before face. You guys get the pleasure of watching.”