Ubel Bosewicht lay on his bed in his tiny six by eight foot wide cell. Nothing decorated the walls. No posters of scantily clad women or sports cars. The only thing that decorated his walls was a single sayingetched into the hard concrete walls, in German, “Auch ein blindes Huhn findet mal ein Korn.” Or in English, “Even a blind hen sometimes finds a grain of corn.”
Ubel lay on his back with his arms under his head. He stared at the saying. His eyes flickered with intent; his mind raced with plans.
The sun filtered through a tiny window near the top of his cell. Its light splashed on the floor next to the bed. Something passed over the window and caused the sunlight to fade away for a split second.
Ubel got off the rather uncomfortable bed and walked over to the window. He jumped up and grabbed the bars. He pulled himself up and looked out the tiny window.
“A satellite?” Ubel muttered to himself, “Now what would cause a satellite to fall out of the sky?”
Across in a nearby field was a communication satellite, its pieces broken across the muddy field. Light reflected off of the metallic pieces in the distance.
A whistle blew and a bell rang from the prison and the doors to the cell opened up.
“Step forward!” someone yelled.
The sound of boots echoed throughout the prison as the prisoners stepped forward from their prison cells.
“What could cause that to happen?” Ubel muttered.
“Bosewicht!” A guard yelled, “Bosewicht! You better get the fuck out of that cell right now or I’ll come up there and beat you a new one.”
Ubel let go of the bars and landed lightly on his feet. He strolled out of the cell, his hands in his pockets, as if he were on a stroll.
Ubel stepped towards the other prisoners. The prisoner next to him leaned towards him.
“What were you looking at boss?” the inmate asked.
“A promise, Lucien. A promise.” Ubel said as he came to stand next to the other prisoners.
The prison block was a long rectangle with cells along one wall. The prison block stood five stories tall with concrete and steel railings to decorate the walls.
A guard stomped up behind him and grabbed Ubel’s grey button-up shirt.
“What the fuck were you looking at Bosewicht?” the gaurd spattered into his face.
“Sunshine.” Ubel muttered.
“Don’t be smart with me?” the guard yelled, “Don’t make me throw you into the hole!”
“I was looking at a pretty lady lying spattered in the mud in a farmer’s field out there.” Ubel said with a straight face.
The guard pulled out his nightstick and struck Ubel in the hips. Ubel barely buckled from the blow.
“Anymore shit like that today and I might not be so nice with you.” said the guard.
The guard stomped off down the stairs.
“Prisoners will fall out to go to breakfast.” yelled another guard.
Ubel and the other prisoners turned and slowly walked to head down the stairs.
“What was that about?” Lucien asked as his fingers twitched uncontrollably.
“Just pushing the guard’s buttons.” Ubel said, “I want you to pass the word to have everyone keep their eyes open.”
“Open for what?” Lucien asked.
“On a porn set, no one smiles.” Ubel said.
“And the world turns.” Lucien said automatically.
Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, the prisoners split up into different groups. They walked towards the mess hall.
Lucien walked over to a couple groups.
He said the words, “On a porn set, no one smiles.”
The different prisoners replied with, “And the world turns.”
The prisoners exited the cellblock and walked down a hallway.
By the time every prisoner entered the mess hall, they had all heard the words.
Ubel made his way through the food line and sat down at a table.
Soon a couple prisoners sat down beside him.
“What’s happening boss?” Lucien asked.
“Have you ever had the feeling that something was going to happen?” Ubel asked.
No one answered.
“You sit at the roulette table, the dice in your hand; the sound of the dice clicking rings loudly to your ears. You bet it all.”
“What has this to do with us?” the big inmate named Hollard asked, “You want to set-up a roulette table? We all ready have poker and dice? We can only win cigarettes...”
“We are sitting at a roulette table. The dice are in your hands. The game will start soon. Should we go all in?” Ubel said.
“This isn’t a riot, then?” Lucien asked.
“Not even close.” Ubel replied, “Bigger.”
“What is going to be bigger than a riot?” Hollard asked.
Lucien leaned in close to Ubel, “You are going to try and take over the prison?”
Ubel grinned.
“Eat up boys.” Ubel said, “The curtains are about to open.”
The half-dozen inmates at the table grabbed their forks and started to eat their food. They threw the food down their throats as if someone was going to take it away from them any minute.
Just as Ubel finished his plate, the lights went out. Confusion spread across the hall as the back-up lights went on and then turned off. The mess hall was bathed in darkness, except for a few barred windows high-up in the mess hall.
Whistles blew as the guards started to panic.
“Everyone get down!” A guard yelled as he pulled out his nightstick.
Ubel stood up. He held his foot tray in one hand, “What happens on a porn set boys?”
“Everybody gets fucked!” the prisoners yelled.
Ubel threw his food tray like a Frisbee. It flew and connected with the guards face. Blood gushed out of his nose. The guard collapsed, not from the blow, but from the suddenness of the attack.
The prisoners rose up and charged at the guards. The guards tried to defend themselves with their nightsticks, but there were too many.
A shot rang out as a guard pulled out his gun from his holster. He fired it into the mass of prisoners.
“Retreat!” a guard yelled.
The guards fell back firing a couple more shots into the mass of the prisoners.
“We must act quickly! They must not know what hit them!” Ubel yelled over the noise of the commotion, “We were abused as kids! No one listened to us! We took to crime for food and livelihood! And we were punished for it! For too long have we sat in these cells, for punishment disproportionate to our crimes!”
“What are you saying that is going on?” a Mexican inmate asked.
“No idea,” Ubel lied, “But I say that we take advantage of it.”
Inmates started to mutter to themselves.
“You lead; we’ll follow you till we walk out of those gates. After that, we are gone.” The inmate said.
“Okay.” Ubel said, “Arm yourselves. Let us fight!”
Lucien handed a handgun to Ubel as they charged forward. They were armed with mostly chairs and food trays. A few inmates were armed with nightsticks and handguns.
They spilled out of the mess hall, and into the compound in a disorganized mob.
“Lucien!” Ubel said urgently.
Lucien appeared at his side.
“I need you to pass the word. I need a few inmates to fall to the guards bullets. You know which ones.”
“Done boss.” Lucien said as he left Ubel’s side.
“Hollard.” Ubel said.
“Yes boss,” Hollard replied.
“I want to walk in the armoury.”
“Right away.” Hollard said, “Come on boys. I need a bigger gun.”
Hollard ran towards the armoury with a handful of inmates armed with a couple handguns.
“Now,” Ubel said to no one in particular, “What do I need to do next? My plan has changed.”
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