The overcrowded state of this country's prisons has long been known.
If he could, the Warden would even like to 'clear out' a portion of the inmates here—even with half cleared, the place would still be exceedingly cramped.
Scum, trash, parasites...
Enjoying his dinner in his office, the Warden was not in a good mood. He considered finding some prisoners to play with later to make himself feel a little better.
After all, in such a boring place, only the amusement with prisoners can provide a bit of thrill—in this place full of stench and noise, death.
Suddenly, two strong beams of light shot through the side glass window, blinding the Warden's eyes, and simultaneously, a call from the nation's power center directly reached here.
"Immediately extract the following two inmates, the escort personnel have arrived."
The call ended quickly, and the Warden saw the source of the strong light—an armed helicopter!
