Creative Writing: Fellmoor Prison

Everyone knew about Fellmoor Prison. Its reputation for housing the absolute worst or otherwise unmanageable offenders put Jack slightly more on alert than usual, even taking the incredibly stringent security measures put in place. The journey to their destination wasn 't particularly pleasant, consisting mostly of more jawing from Shaw about the details of the case and what his responsibilities were going to be as Carla 's handler. He tried to look interested for his superior 's benefit, but on the last leg of the drive his attentive guise started to slip. Considering the small scale of the taskforce assigned to this operation in question, that gave him some greater insight into its significance. Admittedly it was getting harder to be

Silently observing the exchange between his new superior and the prisoner, volatile was the most apt word Morrow would use to describe her, making note of the drastic shifts in attitude. It was admittedly impressive how well Shaw maneuvered the conversation, although that probably came naturally from his experience in dealing with Beaumont. So maybe it shouldn 't have been so surprising how adequately Shaw fared in the verbal joust. Inevitably he found himself drawn into the discussion after some mild banter between the two. Simply from observing the way Carla conducted herself with Shaw, he was getting a good sense of her behavior. But he definitely wasn 't bursting with confidence, either. The situation still felt very foreign to him, given his lack of experience with

Still, he couldn 't afford to look weak. Trepidation was a luxury he couldn 't afford, not in dealing with this particular inmate.

The grin worn by Carla was matched by a disarming smile, speaking up in an amicable tone. "Pleasure 's all mine, Carla. And while it would be proper protocol to address me as Agent Morrow, I suppose you can call me Jack. But whatever suits you, really. I 'm sure Agent Shaw here adores his little nickname, doesn 't he?"

A genuine grin of his own graced his complexion, coupled with a gentle nudge to the man seated beside him. Noticing the hand still dangling across the table in front of him, the smart move would be to treat it with caution. But Shaw 's presence gave him the reassurance he needed to take the plunge. Reaching out in kind, he gently seized the young woman 's hand in his own and rendered a more than modest shake, one characteristic of first meetings.

"Benji here has told me a lot about you. And he 's right, we are going to be spending a lot of time together. So we both hope you 'll play nice."

Just play along, he told himself, maintaining an air of confidence that was going to be needed in