Chapter 503: The Cult of the Risen
The time in the yard wasn’t long or short, but Laz kept his wits about him even as the comments kept on coming. While they weren’t nearly as loud as when the women first walked in, they were getting more and more perverted as time went on.
Laz didn’t care in the slightest, but Vera yelled at them more than once to get them to shut up and promising them a ’good time’ if they continued speaking.
Instead of listening to them, Laz paid more attention to the inmates themselves, studying them and seeing if there was anyone he knew. He didn’t think someone would recognize him even if they did see him, but there were a few who wouldn’t mistake him and he wanted to ensure that nothing that shouldn’t be said was said.
If his cover was blown, then things would get out of hand.
Laz turned his head in a particular direction again, but turned back quickly to the task at hand. His strength wasn’t suppressed by the collars like the women were, so every now and then Laz felt the dangerous aura that was being released by someone in an office high over head.
While that wouldn’t have bothered him normally, this aura was definitely not a friendly one, instead belonging to one of the chosen bastards.
’And to think that just the other day, I didn’t seriously consider that there might be someone as strong as me anymore. Heh,’ Laz thought to himself and instead turned away to once again observe the cult members, sitting in a corner by themselves. He felt his eyes wander to them more often than to others if only because he was genuinely interested in whether what Vera told him was true or not. Over the course of the hour they got outside, the women sat in a circle and talked, got up and walked around before walking to the free weight benches that were currently in use.
At exactly twenty minutes until it was time for their session in the yard to end, the ones on the benches got up, put their weights down and walked away without so much as a word of protest, allowing the woman in black masks to take over the entire area.
"What the hell?" Laz said, watching this happen.
"Like I said, they don’t cause trouble. But what I didn’t say is that they don’t get no trouble either. People don’t go fucking with them after a few incidents that happened in the first few years this place opened. I won’t get into details, but lets just say that they’ve been responsible for more than just a few bodies leaving this place in bags. While that’s not too strange, the kicker to it all was that there was never any evidence found to link any of them with the murder and that’s fucking frightening in a place with us guards and cameras all over the place. Even worse is that it doesn’t happen right away. Someone goes disrespecting them one day and are fine the next and then the next and then the next.... but then, at some point before the end of the month, that person who disrespected them is found dead in any number of ways. Heart attack, suicide, torn apart in their bed... hell, one of them ended up tripping while getting their grub, falling over and impaling herself through her eye and into her brain with a fucking plastic fork. A plastic fork... those things can barely stab a mound of mashed potatoes and yet somehow it broke through her eye, got into her brain and shattered to pieces, effectively poking around in her brain until she bleed out from every fucking hole on her face. Once you see something like that... you don’t take your chances no more. The only ones who can control those bitches are the chosen and they ain’t allowed down here unless something big happens. Fortunately, those girls don’t have attitude problems so they don’t go causing trouble."
"I see..." Laz thought about it because something about what she was saying was tickling something in his brain, he just didn’t know what.
Either way, there was nothing he could do but keep an eye out. For the moment, he was only doing what Dani suggested in their last communication, learning. The basics for any sort of infiltration was to know as much as possible. Right now, Laz didn’t know anything and he needed to change that. What was the end goal?
’Save them all and burn this place to the ground.’ was what Laz had told Dani. The problem with that was it wasn’t something he could do on his own so he would be needing help with it, hence why he had to wait until the support teams arrived.
’Then again, considering the hundreds of awakened locked up in here... and all I’m learning about is the female side. I still have no idea about the men’s side of things.’
Laz knew that he would have to do a lot more before anything could actually be done. Luckily, he wasn’t a normal man or things would have been impossible. Saving one person from a prison would require a team... but saving everyone?
"Whatever. I guess it’s time to get started,’ Laz thought to himself.
As for the cult members on the benches, they were busy working the weights. Laz wondered why they would be allowed to use things that could be used as weapons, but he noticed each weight was chained to the bench itself, so unless they could rip the bench from the bolts in the ground and swing that as well as the bars attached to it, there was no real problem.
’I could probably do that though,’ Laz thought.
Turning away from them, Laz started by spreading his spiritual sense throughout the area around him and continuing on, being careful to not let it linger on anyone or anything, instead just treating it like a passing breeze. Doing this while keeping up his patrol with Vera wasn’t hard, but it didn’t allow him to focus on anyone in particular.
But it did give him a general layout of the entire set of buildings around him and even deep into the earth. Strangely though, the lowest level, the lab, was blocked from his senses, something he didn’t anticipate.
’I’ll get down there eventually,’ Laz thought and kept going with what he could sense.
...
"Something is off about that new guard. After everything that happened, I’m surprised they allowed another male over here," one of the black masked females said, pushing up on the three hundred and fifty pound weight that weighed three times as much as she did.
"Apparently they are short staffed. From my informer, he’s got one hell of a record on him," said her spotter.
"Military?"
"Yes. But not this countries. Not any countries if the information is correct. Instead, he was part of quite a few shady groups from around the world. As for the types of things he did? Well, you can imagine."
"Then why is he here?"
"Apparently he is spending his retirement back in the states and getting to know his young daughter. I guess being a guard here is considered a good option for a retiree?"
"Well fuck, who knew. Think we could use the daughter?"
"Perhaps. I see what I can arrange. Still though, I get he’s a guy, but why are you interested?"
"Because," she said, letting the weights fall back into their slot after her set.
"Because he’s not who or what he appears to be," said the woman next to them as she kept up her pace, lifting, holding, bringing it down and back up in a full cycle.
"Then what is he?" the first spotter asked.
"He’s someone whose eyes make me uncomfortable." the second bench presser said as she handled the five hundred pounds like they were nothing.
"Even you?"
All three of them gasped. She was among the strongest in their group and yet somehow this normal human made her feel uncomfortable.
"Then... well he can’t be like us cause there is no way he could hide himself from their detection. So does that mean he’s one of those psychotic assholes who is pretending to be a normal human?" the first woman said as she sat up on the bench to switch with her spotter.
"I don’t know. He might be. But without proof it’s not like we could do anything. Or maybe this is their game plan? Get another male fucker among us and see what happens?"
The incident with the group of male chosen who had crossed the line with the inmates was still fresh in everyone’s minds and not something any of them wanted to see. If this new guard Nate was in fact a chosen, then everyone in the prison, no matter which group they belonged to, would unite to either have him thrown out or killed, depending on what actions the higher ups took.
"For now we watch him. If he’s a normal human and I’m just somehow wrong, then it’s fine. If he’s a chosen and trying to get some prisoner pussy, we will go with plan b to either get him removed or remove him ourselves."
"Yes mam," they responded.
"Alert everyone else that we are doing this and to leave him the fuck alone until we figure it out," the strong woman ordered and the other’s agreed.
"Should Mercy get her game started?"
"I guess. Best she start now."
’You don’t think he’s a normal human, do you?"
"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen eyes like that... a very, long, time."
