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Post by Kpatch on May 18, 2018 7:39:21 GMT -5
Chapter 6a
The next morning, Hope placed a picture of Bo and the kids in her pocket. She took a deep breath as she looked at the unfinished letter to Rafe. Folding it up as small as she could, she placed it in her other pocket.
“Brady!” a guard called out.
“Here,” Hope replied.
The guard slid the cell door open. “Bus is out front. Let’s go.” As Hope left her cell, the guard shouted to Hattie and Sheila in a nearby cell, “Adams! Watkins! Look alive. Let’s go!”
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The diesel fumes filled the inside of the bus as it slowly pulled out of the prison yard and onto the dusty roads. It would have felt like freedom if it weren’t for the shackles on the women’s ankles that connected them to each other and the handcuffs that restrained their wrists.
On the bus, it was hard not to notice the looks that passed between Sheila and Hattie — repeatedly. These two don’t do “subtle” very well, she silently observed. She closed her eyes to avoid the show and allow her own thoughts to enter her head uninterrupted.
She was nervous … no scared was more like it. She was sure Hattie was right that there’d be a big difference between being in local lockup and being in a federal penitentiary. She was no hardened criminal, but most of the other inmates there would be. They’d probably make Statesville look like child’s play by comparison.
She kept telling herself she was strong. She’d wrestled many a bad guy to the ground, but living in the same quarters as the bad guys was different. Her heart beat fast and she tried to think about something else.
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Post by heroicmuse on May 18, 2018 7:49:36 GMT -5
It'll be interesting to see how Hope finds federal prison. Maybe she will become a confidential informant.
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Post by fluffysmom on May 18, 2018 10:52:01 GMT -5
It's scary enough going to prison but being a former cop already puts a target on Hope's back.
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Post by melly on May 18, 2018 11:24:43 GMT -5
Hattie and Sheila are soooooo sketchy...
Would/could an attorney petition the court NOT to send a client who is a former cop into a situation that could clearly be very dangerous like this?
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Post by melly on May 19, 2018 23:25:47 GMT -5
Any chance of a weekend preview, boss?
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Post by Kpatch on May 20, 2018 8:56:28 GMT -5
Any chance of a weekend preview, boss? Only because you asked.  This week on The Fugitive ... Despite her best efforts, Hope gets caught up in Sheila and Hattie's scheme with disastrous results. |
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Post by melly on May 20, 2018 11:09:12 GMT -5
Thanks, boss! Sheila and Hattie are just a recipe for disaster....
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Post by fluffysmom on May 20, 2018 13:50:22 GMT -5
Thanks Kpatch. I'm worried about Hope. |
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Post by Kpatch on May 21, 2018 7:34:27 GMT -5
Chapter 6b
On the bus, it was hard not to notice the looks that passed between Sheila and Hattie — repeatedly. These two don’t do “subtle” very well, she silently observed. She closed her eyes to avoid the show and allow her own thoughts to enter her head uninterrupted.
When Hope opened her eyes again, she realized she’d drifted off. Looking out the window, she couldn’t tell how far they’d gone and had no idea how long they’d been riding. Turning back toward her fellow passengers, even the guards were nodding off. Another look passed between Sheila and Hattie, making Hope’s stomach turn. She had forgotten all about the plot up to now.
Hattie pressed her chin to her chest. She seemed to be taking something out of her cleavage, but Hope wasn’t sure. It looked so odd. Then she began frothing at the mouth. That must have been Sheila’s signal to call to the older guard. “Guard, guard, help. Something’s wrong with Hattie. You gotta help her.”
The guard shook himself awake. “What the hell? What’s going on here?”
“She sick. She needs a doctor,” Sheila said in a panic.
“We don’t have no doctors on board,” the guard replied as he got closer to Hattie.
“I’m a nurse,” Sheila told him.
“No you ain’t,” the guard protested.
“Am too,” Sheila insisted. “I worked at Cook County Hospital for 15 years. I can help her. Uncuff me. Hurry.”
The guard hesitated. “Well okay, but this better not be a trick. I’m watching you, Watkins.
He uncuffed one of Sheila’s cuffs and left the other one dangling and she began to minister to Hattie. In an instant, she put both her hands together and punched the guard with full force, knocking the man out in the aisle.
The other guard rose from his seat and pulled his rifle off his shoulder and began shooting without aiming. The women hit the floor, pulling each other down to avoid getting shot. The bus began swerving as the driver panicked and lost control.
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Post by André DiMera on May 21, 2018 8:09:18 GMT -5
Looks like Sheila and Hattie are putting their plan into action.
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Post by fluffysmom on May 21, 2018 9:09:26 GMT -5
Yikes! I hope no one gets shot.
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Post by heroicmuse on May 22, 2018 10:59:49 GMT -5
That guard was as stupid as is typical of guards on soaps. Lol
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Post by melly on May 22, 2018 19:03:47 GMT -5
This isn’t going to end well, is it?
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Post by Kpatch on May 23, 2018 7:28:46 GMT -5
Chapter 7
Sheila put both her hands together and punched the guard with full force, knocking the man out in the aisle.
The other guard rose from his seat and pulled his rifle off his shoulder and began shooting without aiming. The women hit the floor, pulling each other down to avoid getting shot. The bus began swerving as the driver panicked and lost control.
Both the guard and the driver jumped out the door just before the bus tumbled over and landed on its side.
Eventually, the bus came to stop on the railroad tracks.
Everything was eerily quiet. Hope picked her head up and could see a bright light coming toward the bus. For a moment, she thought she was dead.
“Oh my god,” she murmured. The bright light was from the headlights of a train that was barreling down the tracks heading straight for the bus.
Sheila grabbed the key from the guard she had punched. He was still unconscious. She undid her cuffs and Hattie’s. “Come on Funny Face, Hattie cried. She unlocked Hope’s handcuffs. “Let’s get out while the gettin’s good.”
Hope crawled over to the guard and pressed her fingers to his neck. “He’s still breathing.”
“Not for much longer,” Sheila said. She looked out the front window and saw the headlights of an approaching train. “Holy s**t. We gotta go. Now! That train’s gonna tear through this bus in 30 seconds.”
“We can’t leave him,” Hope insisted.
Hattie gasped. “Last one out’s a scrambled egg.” She hoisted herself up and climbed through window that was now at the top of the bus.
“Sheila, help me with him,” Hope cried.
You’re on your own, Brady. I’m gettin’ out of here.”
“Sheila, please. Somewhere under that hard exterior, I know there’s a human being. Give this poor man a chance. He probably has a family.”
“Yeah well, my so-called-friend-turned-rat didn’t give a damn about my family when he arrested me and my brother.”
“Okay, fine. You can tell me your life story later,” Hope said, unable to hide her exasperation. “Meanwhile, help me lift him.”
The oncoming train’s whistle blared long and loud. Sheila turned toward the front window. “Train’s getting closer.”
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Post by André DiMera on May 23, 2018 7:48:43 GMT -5
I have serious doubts that Sheila will help Hope. They may want to get out of that bus, though. Sounds like that train is coming quickly.
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