@tommie-dalton
Mac could fashion a noose out of the list of sins she’d committed, starting with the time she pushed Maggie Maruschack off the swings in pre-k. Her most recent would be this: knocking out security (with more force than necessary, of course), stealing a shitload of inventory, and trashing the admin building as a cherry on top. She was eager to sever the lead that choked her for eleven years, biting the hand that didn’t so much as feed as it withheld and punished.
Tommie was easy to find. Mac figured that tonight of all nights, most detainees would be found where they were supposed to be.
“Shut the fuck up and follow my lead,” Mac hissed, barely audible over the ever-present whir of the generators. Her fist remained buried within the front of Tommie’s shirt, hauling the woman up from her bunk with a violent jerk. Luckily, she wasn’t stupid enough to protest, which made the march out of the compound exceedingly easy. “I have a date with this one. Give me an hour,” Mac said cheerily to the sentries posted outside the dorm as she passed.
