Chapter 59
AARON'S POV
The foul smell and unholy noise best describe the characters associated with the Russian Gulag. I still don't understand how I agreed to be the insider. Was it because of the cash or because I will be out of the team soon enough maybe both?
"Convoy zero two" the security guard flashed a light at my battered face holding a notepad.
Lewandowski and Jeremy have done a great job beating me to stupor making me look like some actual criminal.
"Yes, he was caught stealing some industrial machines before my team could get to him he has already been beaten to this state" Constantine replied the security guard drawing his attention towards him.
The toll gate was lifted and the truck drove into the premises. Two supper big soldiers dragged me on the floor down to my cell. I crashed to the floor staring at the door's mat.
Prisoners booed and laughed as the guards were dragging me in.
I felt a slight pinch on my back waking. me up from my subconsciousness.
"Hello, friend. What got you here" an American asked still close to me.
"What cell is this?" I asked starting my mission almost immediately not wanting to fraternize with some inmates.
"Cell 27 why asking?" Another huge soldier asked throwing some prison wears at me.
I didn't answer. Instead, I slumped to the floor wanting to sleep some more maybe the pains I got from the beatings would subside.
To be honest, I think that Jerry and Lewandoski took the beating personally.
Day 2- karma's Gulag.
Unlike the nice college bell that wakes up students in school, here it was a heart bleeding whistle so loud and disturbing that all officers wore earbuds before the whistle is blown.
I got up that morning in search of the day Indian guy as Adriana has explained to me. He was arrested at the border for holding illicit drugs entering Russia. Although the drugs were seized the main narcotic herb equivalent to a billion dollars per wrap was ingested by the guy.
Guess we are breaking him out of prison.
"Hey, a pretty boy comes to show the older guys some love" a huge fat guy smacked my butt.
I didn't respond. Who would? The biggest boys there all looking like Mark Henry.
I managed to laugh my way through those thugs walking straight to my inmates.
"Yo man, don't you get too close to. those guys are fucking dangerous" they all warned at once but that wasn't why I came to them.
"You guys saw an Indian boy here lately," I asked expecting a positive reply.
"Nope, not at all" they all responded.
What a wasted effort!
During visiting time. I received Adriana.
"He isn't here" I complained hoping to get my escape plans.
"He is here but he is in an extremely secured place," Adrian said.
She did explain how I can get into the extremely secure place but Gary spoke about me getting out of it.
I hugged Adriana after our long-coded conversation. To be honest, she looks like my mother. No doubt she is older. I am twenty now and she is almost twenty-five.
Birthday? Yeah, I missed my twentieth birthday. Didn't even care about that, nor the new year countdown, nor Christmas, nor any special day at all. I was more concerned about Becky's birthday.
I remember sneaking out to go meet her but when I saw her from a distance, I changed my mind, I don't wanna blow my cover yet. Instead, I just enjoyed her little party with Grandma in the house. I noticed the presence of Jefferson and Nancy too also in the house.
Becky's eighteenth party was meant to be nice and lively. She had planned that day with me her whole life. We already set a schedule for her party but I guess it was all scattered now. I didn't need to be told before I confirmed that Becky would never accept me back after all I have done to her.
This is my way of protecting her from Adriana, protecting my family and my name. I just had to finish this and resume my normal life.
"Pretty boy over here, the snake in my pants is thirsty!" The fat huge guy that looks like a giant pulled out his twelve inches penis stroking it provocatively.
I threw the first punch at his balls Making him weak. He retaliated by throwing back ATM but a punch at the balls sure does have more effect than that on the face.
Even though having this fight with a fellow prisoner would send me to the extreme unit I also wanted revenge on the bully too.
I directed all my punches to his balls Making him squeal like a baby.
"What's going on here?" A jailer asked holding a torch.
I didn't reply I only dedicated my time towards the punches I was throwing at his face as he laid flat to the ground.
The electric sting from the security guard got me crashing to the floor.
In the blink of an eye, I was already suspended with a chain in some icy cold room like some refrigerator. My eyes darted around the room trying to search for the Indian guy but it was to no avail.
The whole room was almost airtight with some tiny holes for fresh air to come in.
Every other person in the room were almost iced up
The whole place was extra cozy despite the thick prison wares, cold still penetrated through my body.
"Where is this?" I asked another inmate.
"A place you can never get out of once you are in" he replied coldly minding his business.
I tried to wriggle off the chain but it was to no use. The cold first dried up my sweaty body before taking a heavy effect on my skin.
"Relax, you can't get out" another guy responded at the other side of the room.
"I am looking for Terry! Indian American" I screamed.
There was no response for like forever be minutes but the punch that rode across my face explained everything to me.
"I am Terry Delhi"