The Hole in The Wall - Season 1 - Episode 50

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The Hole in The Wall - Season 1 - Episode 50

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I looked at the self satisfied smirk on the Chief’s face and I felt an intense hatred for the man. Over an hour had been wasted on him and I hadn’t learnt anything useful and my flight was in less than 3 hours.

“Maybe we should visit your wife…coming to you was a mistake, I’m sure your wife would be more cooperative” I said.
He scoffed “good luck with that” but there was an edge in his voice.
“How do you intend to leave this room anyway?” the warden said angrily. “The door can only be opened from outside and this empty head already shut it” he jabbed his finger at Bami.

“Then radio for help” I said
I shook my head in disgust when the mad man looked at the chief for confirmation.
“Yeah, go on….I’d like some fruit also…I don’t know if my visitors would like a bite, they look hungry” the chief said heartily.
“Bleep you’ Bami hissed.

Barely 5 minutes later there was a beep from the other side of the door and it was pushed open. An armed prison guard escorted a warden who had a bowl full of oranges, water melon, banana, cuccumbers…….

The armed guard who held his rifle at the ready oscillated to and fro, looking from Bami to me and Bami again.

It was time to leave.

“Chief know this….if I find out you have something to do with all that is happening….I’d be back to feed that murderous rage you talked about earlier. Goodwill aside.”
He smiled “you have nothing to worry about, I’m just living my life one day at a time and learning so much in here….the outside world has nothing to offer me. For now anyway”
We left the cell or should I say we left the suite or villa, grateful to be away from the jumpy guard with the itching trigger finger.
Bami bent down and returned the gun to his ankle holster under his baggy jeans. The guards had treated us with respect not giving us a pat down so they were unaware Bami had a second gun.

Breakfast was ongoing and in the many cells we passed no one paid attention to us or insulted us as was their culture mouths were too busy chewing food.
“Heey….Rex you bastard!” A angry voice suddenly shouted as we passed an overcrowded cell.

I stopped immediately. Who knew my name?
“Who said that?” I asked.
“I did….what are you going to do?” A smallish man stepped foward and gripped the cell bars.

He looked vaguely familiar and as I searched my memory I noticed his head was bent to one side. As if his neck had been twisted.
I remembered him immediately. He was Jumbo, one of the men who had been sent to kill me. I remember slamming him into my room window and trapping his head between the buglary. I also remembered slamming his head from behind into the wall again while he still had a neck brace from before. It seemed I had left a permanent damage. His head wobbled in all directions like it was balanced on a spring instead of a neck.

I moved on without a word and he rained curses after me.