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Post by Salem Shepard on Apr 15, 2017 17:10:59 GMT -5
Erik Black was escorted down the hall by several police officers looking his finest in his charcoal grey suit and blood red tie. Inmates beat on the doors as they passed but Erik didn't seem to notice as they came to a stop halfway down the hall and one of the officers unlocked the door.
Erik adjusted his tie as the door opened and stepped inside. Salem's cell was cleaner than the last time we saw him. Pictures of Claire covered the small walls of the cell as Salem sat on the bed writing something on a pad of paper. The pillowcase on his head had a straight line for a mouth, a look of indifference. The blue eyes looked up from the pad of paper and Salem sat it down as Erik entered.
Shep: Wow....So you just get to walk the halls here? You're so special that I dont have to meet you in the little room like everyone else?
Erik lowered his glare at Salem as he walked further into the room and pulled some papers from the inside of his jacket. He held the folded paper between two fingers and a smile stretched across his face.
Salem scrambled to his feet on the bed
Shep: Is that what I wanted!?
Erik: Yes and no, ....lets talk.
Erik unfolded the paper and a WCF logo could be seen on the top as the feed cut out.
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