You head off in the direction of the Prison farm. It can be easy to forget how big this facility is until you near the onsite food production. The farm is supposed to be part of the rehabilitation process, just like the factory. This means that only certain prisoners have the privilege to work there, and none of them are here for life.
On one side of the plantation is a large hydroponics plant. The rest of the plantation is out in the open sun. There are some guards scattered here and there, but security is definitely less than in the other areas of the facility.
Almost making you jump out of your skin, a man jumps out at you and says "Freeze mother fucker".
Foley laughs and laughs. You pant and try and get your breath back.
"You scared that jeepers out of me!" you yell.
"Yep" Says Foley. "You have to be more on your guard. Look behind you."
You turn to look behind you an see a large man in overalls. In on hand he has a pitchfork and the other is down his overalls masturbating.
"Eww" you say in disgust.
"Like I said. You have to be on guard, particularly from Pablo. Just because he is allowed here doesn't mean he isn't dangerous. I would say some in this prison are wrongfully convicted. Some are justly convicted. But guys like Pablo, we are just lucky to catch them for something, because they are too smart to get caught for the stuff they deem worthy to hide."
"Is he really that scary?"
"Call it professional intuition. But you are welcome to try and find out for yourself."
A shiver runs down your spine.
See if Foley is in the training yard