THE LOUD BUZZER RANG the next day, followed by master-locks thrown in C-Block, which made the cell doors auto-reeled aside — the White orphans in orange-suits began to step out after their first night in a prison cell. The Headbull who was the remedial officer yelled out on her loud-hailer.

"WAKE UP YOU SONS OF BITCHES, I WANT YOU ALL TO STEP OUT OF YOUR CELL IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS — NOW, MOVE IT!"

Reeves stepped out of his cell in the third tier, looking at the loud woman below. He scanned down across at the second tier — and Joe stepped out with his 'where-the-fuck-am-I' obtuse look — Joe must have slept for more than twenty hours since their arrival and would not have known that he was carried on a stretcher the night before. At a few cells away was Doran, wrapped his shirtless body with a blanket to hide his scars. He was peering around for his own interfaith companions from the monastery.

"OKAY, YOU WILL NOW FORM A SINGLE-FILE AND WALK DOWN THE STAIRS, YARD OUT! COME ON, MOVE IT, YOU FAGS!"

*

About four hundred White Intersexuals stepped out into the azure sunlight from their dismal Blocks C of the prison. Reeves observed the yard was a trysting area for everyone.

Hooting from the churlish, miscreant, ethnic gangs came from both sides. They were loud-voiced and intimidating. The gangs were fenced to separate the races.

Doran finally met Peter and Michael along with many other bald-headed boys, who came forward in tears and hugged him. Reeves learned from his first impression that Doran seemed to be ubiquitously popular; but in days to come later, he ascertained the facts that the monk-boy was larger than life — after he had killed five adult policewomen to protect the nuns at the Convent — before he was taken down viciously.

Joe limped with a twisted ankle and located all the newly arrived Wesleyan boys. They all then headed to gather in front of a higher platform —- where women in uniforms awaited them.

The warden stared with bated breath, seeing the approaching convene of confused White boys gathering with asphyxiated anticipation on their first day of orientation. The woman in her forties looked burdened; she then spoke by introducing...

"Okay, I am Warden Graves and this here is Capt. Olsen — the Head of the Guards. You all will be here..."

Before the warden could continue further — her cell phone rang. The woman now looked more fretful...

She whispered to Capt. Olsen. "It is Governor Harris, I got to take this." She turned to the bevvy and she truncated her speech...

"Capt. Olsen will take over now."

She left the dais to attend her phone call. The Head of Guards Olsen then addressed the White inmates...

"I will start with a brief history — this prison is a Level-5 maximum security facility for hardcore inmates — predominately the Blacks and Hispanics and other minor nationality gangs —- who are all here for street crimes in various cities from different states."

Olsen observed her boss had left the yard in haste — and was out of sight. The captain now continued addressing the Intersexuals colloquially...

"The blocks on the right corner consist of the Black motherfuckers and the left here, are the spic-Latino brown turds. Those fuckers total up to more than one thousand three hundred of the nastiest, hardcore, filthy scums of the planet earth — that only whores with pig size cunts can bear their childbirth!"

The two gangs at their fences were cheering proudly like it was a compliment — while Peter and Michael from the consecrated abbey have their mouths gaped open to the profanities they just heard.

"There used to be one fence on the centre of the ground where you faggots are now standing —- which separated and controlled those 2 breeds of fighting black and brown dogs! Yes, it was until yesterday, the Warden and we the guards were the only White folks back here — before the busloads of you faggots came in.

"So for now, the 400 of you pink-anus-holes are nowhere to further burden us on our daily expenses — and now, we the guard have these new obligations of taking care of you bitch-boys with no pay raise or any extra overtime. The truth is that you fuckers are not welcome here! Nobody wants you here, not the warden nor the rest of the guards — not anybody in and out of this prison!

"But, you have been put here, because the fucking bureaucrat Washington had a fucking light-bulb to send you all — the White-trash orphans — for a pilot project that will be conducted in this place soon..."

Reeves sighed heavily. He had enough of research and studies — that had been burdensome for the most part of his mediocre tiring extant at Wesleyan University — and now, he was back again into a portend life in this prison's pilot project routine here.

The boorish Olsen heard murmurs from below, she protracted by observing them quivering, while she was tapping her baton gently on her own palm...

"Knowing also for a fact that you will all be dead within in a week or so in here — because, a lot of nasty shit can happen in prison; so our kind and warm-hearted Warden Graves has simplified things here by removing the existing fence — and she had now divided this ground yard to 3 sections — one for the Niggers, one for Latino tortoise shit-heads and with you all, the pussy White-boys who are smacked right in the between — like a threesome 'joto' partner."

The prison guards gathered in the big-yard were laughing.

"But remember this, those hardcore gangbanger bastards here are really pissed off with you all White bitch-boys presence here now — and just like dogs — they smell you bitches have now invaded into their piss-marked territory! So to stay alive — you just stay put here behind your own fence, and never ever cross into their turf because those animals will eat your lily-asses alive!

"Always remember that you White-fairies are really outnumbered — and you are defenceless — we the guards, will not protect you in any situations, if you get beaten up or killed — is that clear, my pretty White dicks!!?"

Murmurs of acknowledgement were heard in the assembly of the newly arrived timorous White boys.

"For now, here are the rules for every one of you — you will 'Observe-Listen-and-Obey' — because we will fucking say things here only once — and also, we don't believe in giving anyone any second chances!

"If you ever fucking disobey and break any of my rules in here, then you will bleed on your own expense — is that understood!!? (Great), with that understanding, I welcome you White mongrels to Tombscradle...

"...and may you all rot in here until your 'Blickey' dicks drop off!"