THE SUN WAS SWELTERING ABOVE at high noon when the over-wrought Marlin yelled out from the tower to Reeves — pointed over the prison wall, from the watchtower vista — Reeves then ran up over to the other peak of the isogonic roof of F-Block — and he discerned a Hummer and three black e-SWAT buses that were fast approaching from the desert horizon...

Reeves called in — and warned Doran below on the radio...

"Doran, you hear me? There are vehicles approaching. The Warden had called for backup!"

Doran had beforehand anticipated the temporal moment of their arrival after he overheard Capt. Olsen mentioning it at the armoury room of the arriving of the Governor's backup influx to contain the situation. The Preacher's rebels now had a sizable amount of weapons and ammunition — but, he thought again if it could hold up against the advanced fire-play of the military trained enforcers.

Warden Graves and Capt. Olsen from the top floor window detected the opportune incoming of the super-cavalry that was caped with the flowing desert dust cloud. Graves superciliously sneered looking down at the disarray Negro inmates in the yard below, in their midst of partaking in the Preacher's unbecoming insurgency...

"Hah! They are finally here! Olsen, go coordinate with those soldiers — and open both the main gates wide...

"It is time we finally show those freaks what we are made up of!"

*

Li Chi and the Black lieutenants had coordinated the ruffled inmates who positioned themselves to anticipate the coming on-slaughter. Doran faced a crowd of mostly unarmed prisoners and he called out...

"I need 50 volunteers to defend the second entrance — step up now, Brothers!"

Many came forward including the Wesleyan's braggarts Kiki-boy and Hank, forming the forlorn-hope group. Even the undemonstrative and reticent Joe too felt the need to do something at the moment of crisis — and he joined them...

Doran had dispatched the group with eight rifled Blacks to back-up the unarmed group to the second entrance, situated behind the admin building — where his blanket-monk brothers were hiding...

It was the best and the only assistance that the Preacher could provide for his monks brothers — because strategically — the firsthand of attack would be at the main yard where they stood. This was the main battlefield ground where the majority of the poorly armed White and Negro rebels were positioned for their defence against the Governor of Texas' commissioned assault team.

In between the commotion of disorientation, everyone saw thirty-odd Middle Eastern Intersexuals from F-Block assembling by the fence, while the antipathic Hispanics in Block D & E cell windows were verbally abusing, and doused urine on them from above. A Black Intersexual ran in the compound and picked up the deceased Headbull Anderson's loud-hailer and spoke in Arabic...

"You cannot be there, there is going to be more fighting here. There are more of our people at the other entrance — go now there, and be with them."

The Arabs could not cross over to the other side of the yard because the fence-gates were secured and locked — the only alternative was to move to the end of the yard, to reach the second entrance of the penitentiary where the monks were.

Hajja had also instructed some Blacks to get on the roof of block A & B to get a high ground advantage. A zephyr of the hot desert breeze blew at the dehydrated Reeves and Marlin, standing pertinaciously on their own vantage tops. They loaded magazine clip into their respective rifles — while they looked over the prison wall at the oncoming vehicles...

Marlin spotted a sole black bus driving away from the convoy into the dirt-road. It was heading towards to mobilize the attack at the second prison entrance.

*

Over a hundred Elite Forces women-soldiers were preparing their weapons for the upcoming battle in their moving buses — a voice was heard commanding in the audio-speakers of the buses — Elite Commander Petersburg was speaking to them in mockery from her moving Hummer...

"ONCE WE ARE INSIDE TOMBSCRADLE — EXPECT A LOT OF GUERRILLA WARFARE FROM THESE FREAKS COZ WE ARE DEALING WITH LOWLIFE STREET-FIGHTERS — EVERYONE STAY VIGILANT AND SHOOT TO KILL EVERYTHING AT SIGHT THAT MOVES!

"I WANT THE FUCKING SAND BELOW MY BOOTS TODAY TO BE RED — WITH ALL THOSE BLEEDING SHE-FUCKS DEAD INSIDE THERE. I AM ORDERING EACH ONE OF YOU, TO DELIVER ME A PILE OF CARNAGE — BECAUSE TODAY, WILL BE OUR KILLING-FIELD DAY!"

*

The Preacher noticed the agonized expression on many of the Intersexuals who now would face a well-trained, artillery battery-force that was about to launch a lethal strike at any moment. He knew of the consequences and the sacrifices that were about to follow...

Doran picked up the loud-haler and with impetus and palpable hope — he spoke into it to his newly formed army...

"LISTEN, MY BROTHERS — I AM PRIVILEGED TO BE HERE WITH EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU WHO ARE STANDING HERE NOW ALIVE — AND MY PRAYERS ALSO GOES TO THOSE WHO HAVE FALLEN DOWN FIGHTING TODAY FOR OUR FREEDOM. I AM HONORED AND I AM PROUD OF YOU ALL — AND I ALSO PROMISE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, THAT GOD WILL LEAD US TO VICTORY TODAY!"

"YOU THE PEOPLE OF MANY RACES, MANY RELIGIONS, BELIEVES AND CREEDS. YOU ALL HAVE FINALLY UNITED AS ONE — AND I BAPTIZE EACH OF YOU AS WARRIORS OF THE ONE GOD'S ARMY!"

Salvos of cheers from the over than of a thousand inmates nearby B-Block roared — Doran then continued...

"MY BROTHERS, WE WILL HAVE A FINAL BATTLE NOW — WHERE WE FACE THE 'GATEKEEPERS' OF HELL — BUT, THEY TOO WILL FALL SOON, AS WE WILL TRAMPLE OVER THEM LIKE TERMITES UNDER THE SOLE OF OUR SHOES — BECAUSE GOD HIMSELF — HAVE SAID TO US THAT WE HAD SUFFERED ENOUGH HERE IN THIS DUNGEON, AND GOD TOO WANTS TO GRANT US THE DESERVED ABUNDANCE — OUTSIDE, BEYOND THIS PRISON WALLS!

"TODAY, OUR GOD HAS GRANTED US ALL THE GIFT OF FREEDOM TO LIVE AS HUMANS — AND NOT AS SLAVES TO THESE BITCHES — AND, WE WILL ALL FIGHT TO OUR LAST BREATH FOR IT!"

Doran paused as he glanced at the top floor of the IMU admin building — he knew the warden was watching his oration with the loud-haler be-low...

"TODAY, WE CAN FINALLY STEP OUT AND LEAVING BEHIND THIS HELL — WE WILL SOON LEAVE TOMBSCRADLE AS AN OPEN GRAVE FOR FOOLS LIKE — THE WARDEN, HER GUARDS AND NOW, THIS HORDE OF UNIFORMED MURDERERS, WAITING OUTSIDE THAT PRISON GATE — THOSE WHO THINK, THAT THEY CAN DEFEAT THE CHOSEN SOLDIERS OF GOD THAT EASILY!!?

"NO, THEY WON'T!

"INSTEAD, THEY WILL FALL AND DIE TODAY — BECAUSE, TODAY IS OURS TO REAP, OF THAT PROMISED GLORY OF OUR REDEMPTION DAY!"

"Redemption! Redemption! Redemption!" The prisoners chanted.

"BUT TO GAIN THAT HOLY VICTORY — I WANT EVERY ONE OF YOU NOW, TO FIGHT LIKE RAGING ANGELS OF DEATH — AND ONLY THEN WE WILL PREVAIL, AND BY THE END OF THIS DAY, TO BE FREE-MALES OUT THERE IN THE PROMISED LAND — THAT WE WILL NEXT BUILD FOR OURSELVES ON EARTH — AND, THAT WILL ALSO BE A VICTORY FOR OUR GOD...

"SO MY BROTHERS, CAN WE ALL DO THAT — FOR OUR-SELVES AND FOR OUR GOD!!?"

The irked Warden Graves observed the gathered interracial inmates hailing his name in repetitive espoused chants below from her window...

"Preacher! Preacher! Preacher!"

Warden Erica Graves really hated him to death.