"We wouldn't send anyone back to their family." Maria answered quietly. "They have either died or fled, tracking them down would a useless and unnecessary mission. If any of us dies here, there's a pit that's waiting. There will be no body bags for us."

When the prisoner was out of sight, the woman allowed herself to look a little weary. It was always the same, at the end of the road - these men antagonize the world, the system, her. And where was her choice in all of this? Where was her say when she received the phone call to tell her her hometown had been compromised and this was the only thing she could do to help? [i]We'd be the survivors.[/i] She thought, but left the answer to the second question unsaid.

As the guards escorted the man to the showers, Maria headed to the kitchenette. It wasn't much, since all of their meals were microwaveable. She pulled out a container with colours of brown and white and green from the fridge and set the timer. It looked like mush, but probably still an upgrade from prison food. In the time it took to heat up, Maria considered what the prisoner had told her. Not in the best of health, if he was on a bunch of meds just to function likes a normal human being, but these max security inmates rarely were - and compared to the ones that came before him he was in fairly good shape. Maria filled up a glass water as well and set it on what passed as a dining table with the plastic container. When Ajax comes back he would find Maria sat in the chair opposite, scribbling into a notebook she'd pulled out of her labcoat.

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