Getting A System In A Modern World

Chapter 277  Prison Break Plans

Inside a dimly lit room in an undisclosed location, the tension was palpable. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the background.

Three men sat around a battered wooden table, their faces partially obscured by the dim light of a single overhead bulb.

Opposite them stood a woman, her stance firm and her eyes blazing with intensity. Her name was Tacha, and she was the kind of person you didn't cross lightly.

"They've gotten Donovan, and we have to get him out," Tacha announced, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Darwin, the burliest of the three men, leaned forward, his expression a mixture of disbelief and irritation.

"Are you crazy, bitch?! Donovan was sent to a maximum-security prison. How the hell do you plan to break him out of there?" he snapped, his voice rising with each word.

The second man, Elijah, leaned back in his chair, a weary sigh escaping his lips. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but it was one born of resignation rather than amusement.

"Tacha," he said, his tone measured, "I get where you're coming from. I really do. But you have to understand—this is impossible. Even if we wanted to help, the odds are stacked against us."

The third man, Miguel, remained silent, his eyes darting between the others. He was the youngest of the group, clearly unsure of where he stood in the conversation.

Tacha didn't flinch. She tapped the table lightly with her fingers, her gaze never leaving Darwin's furious face. "Not yet," she said, her voice calm but resolute.

"Not yet?" Darwin repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Listen, I know you and Donovan had…whatever it is you had. I get it. Love makes people do crazy things. But this? This isn't just crazy. This is suicide. Donovan's being transferred to Millhaven, and once he's there, that's it. Game over. There's no breaking him out of a fortress like that."

Tacha's lips curled into a smirk, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "That's why I said 'not yet.'"

Elijah sat up straighter, his curiosity piqued. "What are you getting at, Tacha?" he asked, his tone cautious but intrigued.

Tacha folded her arms across her chest, her smirk growing. "Donovan won't be transferred to Millhaven until his sentencing is finalized," she explained, her voice laced with confidence.

Darwin frowned, confusion flickering across his rugged features. "What do you mean? The judge handed down her verdict yesterday. Isn't that final?" he asked, his tone laced with doubt.

Tacha shook her head. "The verdict's in, sure. But the sentencing hasn't been finalized. We still have a window of time—a small one, but it's there."

"And what do you plan to do with that window?" Elijah asked, leaning forward, his interest now fully engaged.

"We appeal the case," Tacha said, her smirk widening into a full-blown grin.

Darwin let out a bark of laughter, though there was no humor in it. "Appeal? Are you kidding me? Tacha, the evidence against Donovan is airtight. Hell, we all know he's guilty of the charges. What's the point?"

"Who said anything about winning the appeal? That's just a stalling tactic. While the courts are busy with the paperwork, we'll be planning something bigger," Tacha said with the grin still on her face.

Darwin's laughter stopped abruptly. His eyes narrowed as he realized what she was implying.

"You're talking about breaking him out," he said, his voice a low growl. "You've lost your damn mind. How the hell do you expect to pull off something like that? And what's this 'we' nonsense? Don't drag us into your mess!"

Miguel, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "Tacha, do you even know what you're saying? Breaking Donovan out… That's not just risky, it's suicide. Maximum-security prisons aren't exactly easy to infiltrate."

Tacha's gaze shifted to Miguel, her expression softening slightly. "I know it's dangerous. But Donovan isn't just some criminal to me. He's family. And I'm not going to sit back and let them bury him alive in that hellhole."

Darwin shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "You're out of your goddamn mind!" he bellowed. "Donovan's choices got him into this mess, and now you want us to risk our lives cleaning it up? Screw that!"

Tacha's eyes darkened, and she took a step closer to Darwin, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Darwin," she hissed, "you've been running your mouth all night, and I've let it slide. But let me make myself clear—say one more thing, and I swear I'll rip your guts out and string them across this table. You want to test me? Go ahead."

The room fell deathly silent. Darwin glared at Tacha, his fists clenched at his sides, but he didn't say another word. Slowly, he sat back down, though his expression remained one of barely contained fury.

Elijah cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "Alright, let's say we go along with this crazy plan. What's your angle, Tacha? How do you propose we do this?"

Tacha straightened up, her confidence returning. "We start with the transfer," she said. "They'll move Donovan from the courthouse to the holding facility before taking him to Millhaven. That's our best chance. The convoy will be heavily guarded, but it's nothing we can't handle with the right preparation."

Miguel frowned. "And what about after? Even if we manage to intercept the convoy, they'll have roadblocks, surveillance, maybe even air support. How do we get away clean?"

Tacha's smirk returned. "Leave that to me. I've got connections—people who owe me favors. Once we get Donovan, they'll help us disappear."

Darwin scoffed. "Disappear? For how long? You think the feds are just going to forget about this? They'll hunt us down like dogs."

Tacha's eyes gleamed with determination. "Let them try. I'm not afraid of them. And if you're too much of a coward to stand with me, Darwin, then get the hell out of my way."

Darwin opened his mouth to retort but stopped when Elijah raised a hand. "Enough," Elijah said firmly. He turned to Tacha, his expression serious.

"If we do this, we're all in. No half-measures, no second-guessing. Are you absolutely sure about this?"

Tacha nodded without hesitation. "I'm sure. Donovan's worth it. And if any of you don't feel the same, you're free to walk away."

Elijah exchanged a glance with Miguel, who looked uncertain but eventually nodded. Darwin, after a long moment of silence, let out a frustrated growl. "Fine," he muttered. "But if this goes south, don't say I didn't warn you."

Tacha's smile returned, though this time it carried a hint of gratitude. "Good," she said. "Then let's get to work. We've got a prison break to plan."