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Chapter 9 - THE TACTICAL ASSESSMENT

Across the cafeteria, Tommy "The Bull" Richardson had finally returned to his feet. His enforcers rushed to his side, trying to help him, but he shoved them away with violent, humiliated anger.

"Get off me!" Tommy growled, his face twisted in a terrifying mask of rage and embarrassment.

He looked toward the back table where Samuel sat calmly reading his book. Tommy’s chest heaved, his heavy fists clenching and unclenching. Every violent instinct in his body screamed at him to grab a heavy metal tray or a stool and crush the old man's skull from behind.

"Tommy, leave it," one of his senior enforcers whispered, grabbing his arm. "Look at the guards."

Tommy glanced toward the perimeter. Four additional officers had entered the cafeteria, their hands resting on their baton holsters. But what caught Tommy’s attention was Officer Miller. The veteran sergeant was staring directly at him, shaking his head with a cold, clear warning that said: Do not make another move.

Tommy spat on the floor, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Samuel’s quiet profile.

"This ain't over, old man," Tommy muttered under his breath, turning his back and walking rapidly toward the dish return line, his enforcers trailing behind him in tense silence.

Meanwhile, near the security doors, Officer Miller was speaking rapidly into his radio handset.

"Captain Miller to Central Records," he said, his voice flat and precise. "I need an immediate hard-copy printout of the master jacket for inmate Samuel Carter, Block C, Cell 114."

A crackle came through the speaker: “Sarge, Carter's file is locked under administrative restriction. You need Warden-level clearance to pull low-level state transfers.”

Miller’s eyes narrowed as he kept his gaze fixed on Samuel.

"Request the clearance under my emergency officer authority," Miller commanded sharply. "And tell the Warden I need to see him in his office before the morning shift change. Tell him it's regarding Operation Deep Water."

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There was a long, static-filled pause on the other end of the line.

“...Copy that, Sergeant. Stand by.”

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