Hernando sits at a table in the middle of the cell block with Miguel, playing poker. He isn't fully occupied with the game, instead he looks around. Who else is a drug pusher here? He'd either have to take him out, or go on with an agreement with him.
"How are you going to get the stuff in?" asks Miguel with a low, shaky voice. Hernando shrugs.
"Probably with the mail. Seems to be the best way at the moment."
"How about the kitchen?"
Hernando frowns.
"The kitchen?"
"Yeah, I overheard the guards saying that they are going to put all the prisoners to work, with certain inmates in charge.
Miguel throws an uneasy smirk at Hernando. Hernando nods lightly to Miguel in agreement. If they could find a way to get in charge of the prison, the drug trade would be in their hands.
"How are you going to get the stuff in?" asks Miguel with a low, shaky voice. Hernando shrugs.
"Probably with the mail. Seems to be the best way at the moment."
"How about the kitchen?"
Hernando frowns.
"The kitchen?"
"Yeah, I overheard the guards saying that they are going to put all the prisoners to work, with certain inmates in charge.
Miguel throws an uneasy smirk at Hernando. Hernando nods lightly to Miguel in agreement. If they could find a way to get in charge of the prison, the drug trade would be in their hands.