When the unit was completely locked down, the 7S CO opened the unit door and Andre was ushered inside. He had never been on a population unit. When he walked in there, was a kitchenette where inmates’ food was prepared. All meals were served in the unit. To the right was a recreation yard with a basketball court and handball lines on the ground. They passed a room that had about six computers inside for inmate E-mails, and then they entered an open dayroom area with four TV’s. Andre passed by several cells and a group of pay phones before he was at a gate that blocked off the back of the unit.
There were four cells back there in the isolation unit and Andre was locked into the one furthest to the back after his shackles were removed. He put his hands through the slot and then his handcuffs were also removed. There was a plastic cushioned chair that an officer copped a squat in right outside the cell door. The tray slot was open and Andre could not make a move without the CO noticing. All of the other officers stood outside the cell and guessed how it would be best to keep control of that present situation.
The captain approached the cell door and said, “Now listen here, Bezel. We know that you’re experiencing a lot. We are also fully aware, thanks to the media, that you’re capable of doing some very ruthless things, some you exhibited up stairs in the SHU. I have brought you down here where it will be more comfortable. Now officers will be watching you until the doctor clears you and then we will deal with the next step. Can you be quiet down here?”
Andre didn’t pay the captain a bit of attention. He was on a locomotive and going full steam ahead with his plan. None of the prison staff could stop what he had planned. he had rehearsed his lines for three months and was thoroughly prepared to do what he had set out to do, and that was too garner an acquittal. Anything less would not lead him down the road to success and he smelled success. He smelled fear, as well, emanating from the captain. And he wasn’t even wearing a mask. He was in the spotlight making things happen. Because of that, “I will be quiet, Mr. Captain,” Andre said and smiled. “I cannot assure you that things will stay that way, but I promise that for today things will be okay for you and you can get all of the paperwork associated with this done. That is if I get a small request.”
The captain looked Andre deep into his eyes and grinned. A sinister grin. Oh, really, you piece of shit. There’s just no way that I am giving you another thing. You surely have me and the BOP fucked up, as we don’t have to give in to you or any of your demands. And I can care less about anything that happens outside of this jail. While he thought all of that, he settled for, “I am not at liberty to offer you anything and that you know, that is, if your question relates to the outside world.”
“Ok, now that we established that. Let’s be frank. You run the Federal Detention of Philadelphia? Is that a fair assessment taken from your last statement?”
“In a way.”
“Ok, cool. I’d like a shower.”
“That’s a question for psychology. They run the shower schedule for inmates on suicide watch.”
“Um,” Andre said and then in the blink of an eye, he spit on the glass separating him and the captain. “God help us all.” He turned and sat down on the bed. “Any chance that I can get a sheet? You know I am not crazy or suicidal.”
“I don’t. My officers reported you threatened to off yourself.”
“And which officer is that?”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“No it’s not.”
“Why not?”
“I have a special treat for them,” Andre said and smiled. “Leave me alone for now, Cap. I am tired and I need to think.”
“Let’s think positive. All this will be over very soon.”
“Is that right?” Another smile before Andre sat on the plastic mattress and covered his face in his hands.