Staring down the warden the Druglord didnt even flinch when the guards took a step forward. It was time for them to get their cells, the guards shoved the new prisoners to get them moving. Each placed in a cell that felt like home but still wasnt. For the drug lord, a desk with a computer and phone. So he can run hos operations from there. Under watch of course. All the guards were wearing gas masks. If it got to our of control the defence system would kick in and gas the prison. Seevah now in his cell looked at the guards. "I would like my suit and cane back if im to feel like im conducting my operations." The guards looked at each other and radioed the warden. The warden denied the suit but let him have his cane. The Jamaican grabbed the can and popped open the skull and pulled out a pinch of home grown herb, and he rolled it and looked at the guards. "Got a lighter i can use, mon?"