"Is Patrick in today?" James asked Murkov.

  "No, still ill." He replied.

"Whose he meant to have?" James said, taking the dull gum from his mouth and dropping it into the pin by the door.

  " The 'Doll Girl' I think. I forget her name, pretty eyes...for a crazy."

" You mean Zuzu? Red hair, toy doll?"

  "Thats the one!"

[i]Right[/i]. Tapping his co-worker on the back in thanks, James turned and walked out the room, closing the door behind him and waiting for the hissing to commence as the locks pushed back into place. Strolling down the corridor and past that one Asian guard he always forgot the name of, he walked up to the security door for block A and looked up into the camera over the door.

With a low pitched buzz like a giant bee, the door sunk back into the wall, giving only a few seconds until it shot back out and locked once more. With a few quick steps James was through and made his way over to Zuzu's cell to check on her for Patrick, its the least he could do for the poor guy.

Suddenly remembering, James walked back over to the monitor by the door and tapped in his code.

" Yeah, Hi. Could you let Hannah that Evie is free if she wants to talk to her, I'm covering for Patrick."
 " Okay then boss, right on it" David replied, he was young lad from London himself - cocky little shit.

With that thought on his mind, he headed back the direction he was intending, to Zuzu's cell once more.