Post by frankthetriviaman on Jan 28, 2018 21:24:18 GMT -5
Zachary Nicholson was escorted to his cell... his home for the next 25 years. He could have gotten life imprisonment, or perhaps even death, but his testimony and cooperation closed many cold cases that involved the Blade Syndicate, on top of other circumstances that has played in his favor. So here he was; now in prison... a small price he would have to pay for the crimes he committed.
"Hey, what happened to McKibbin?" Nicholson asked the guards as he made his way further into the prison.
"Low security facility; his injuries were very severe. He's probably never going to walk again" the lead guard said as they kept walking down the hallway. Nicholson sighed at this news; his only remaining friend, and chances are he would never see him again. At last, they entered the cell block, and Nicholson observed the residents as he marched forward.
In one cell he saw a large, blonde man sitting on his bunk. Franz Gelb had been convicted of the murder of Walter Farley back in '42; he was midway through his sentence and even with the war over, he still had trouble getting along with many other inmates on account of his German ancestry.
In another area, several cells showed imprisoned Irishmen, shouting and jeering at Nicholson as he passed them. Even with the number of Irish mobsters arrested, it was surprising that they were still a threat to London, and England as a whole. They were mostly grunts, but it was clear that some higher ranked lieutenants also were imprisoned.
Then he passed another innmate; Nigel Wolff, the murderer who infamously used trained dogs to murder an older couple during a blizzard; all over his brother's fortune from what he could recall.
Another line of cells was home to members of the Ripper Underground; Nicholson couldn't help but recognize a few members from his assignment that night... despite not stopping them cold, the operation that night did deal a hefty blow to them, and the imprisoned members were almost delighted to see him.
"Well well well... if it isn't one of Blade's boys" one declared.
"You'll pay for blowing our operation" another threatened.
Nicholson just looked the other way... before another face caught his attention.
"Damn your Blade... I'd still be making a whole lot of green if he didn't get involved"
"Save it Hall; we're all done for now" Nicholson replied as he kept moving on. Then he overheard some guards talking.
"Hey, what happened to that Ellis fellow? The one who killed Dr. Walker?"
"He and his sister were let loose on account of poor health; they'll be spending the rest of their lives in some secure hospital somewhere"
"Eh, figures. One less geezer to worry about I guess" the other guard shrugged.
Nicholson also saw some of the walls, which had faint traces of blood on them. But of course... this was the prison that the Blade Syndicate and Irish mob infiltrated all those years ago to wipe out the Black Scorpion leadership. He thought back to that night... to think, that was their way of getting back at the late Dr. Drugg, even though ultimately it served little strategically.
Finally, he observed several inmates... a great deal of them were missing an arm. "How ironic it is that now we are all prisoners on the same side" he mused as he finally came to his cell.
He entered and stood as the cell door was locked. He sat on his bunk, then looked out... it was quite the mix that was in here, and he could only wonder who would soon join them...
"Hey, what happened to McKibbin?" Nicholson asked the guards as he made his way further into the prison.
"Low security facility; his injuries were very severe. He's probably never going to walk again" the lead guard said as they kept walking down the hallway. Nicholson sighed at this news; his only remaining friend, and chances are he would never see him again. At last, they entered the cell block, and Nicholson observed the residents as he marched forward.
In one cell he saw a large, blonde man sitting on his bunk. Franz Gelb had been convicted of the murder of Walter Farley back in '42; he was midway through his sentence and even with the war over, he still had trouble getting along with many other inmates on account of his German ancestry.
In another area, several cells showed imprisoned Irishmen, shouting and jeering at Nicholson as he passed them. Even with the number of Irish mobsters arrested, it was surprising that they were still a threat to London, and England as a whole. They were mostly grunts, but it was clear that some higher ranked lieutenants also were imprisoned.
Then he passed another innmate; Nigel Wolff, the murderer who infamously used trained dogs to murder an older couple during a blizzard; all over his brother's fortune from what he could recall.
Another line of cells was home to members of the Ripper Underground; Nicholson couldn't help but recognize a few members from his assignment that night... despite not stopping them cold, the operation that night did deal a hefty blow to them, and the imprisoned members were almost delighted to see him.
"Well well well... if it isn't one of Blade's boys" one declared.
"You'll pay for blowing our operation" another threatened.
Nicholson just looked the other way... before another face caught his attention.
"Damn your Blade... I'd still be making a whole lot of green if he didn't get involved"
"Save it Hall; we're all done for now" Nicholson replied as he kept moving on. Then he overheard some guards talking.
"Hey, what happened to that Ellis fellow? The one who killed Dr. Walker?"
"He and his sister were let loose on account of poor health; they'll be spending the rest of their lives in some secure hospital somewhere"
"Eh, figures. One less geezer to worry about I guess" the other guard shrugged.
Nicholson also saw some of the walls, which had faint traces of blood on them. But of course... this was the prison that the Blade Syndicate and Irish mob infiltrated all those years ago to wipe out the Black Scorpion leadership. He thought back to that night... to think, that was their way of getting back at the late Dr. Drugg, even though ultimately it served little strategically.
Finally, he observed several inmates... a great deal of them were missing an arm. "How ironic it is that now we are all prisoners on the same side" he mused as he finally came to his cell.
He entered and stood as the cell door was locked. He sat on his bunk, then looked out... it was quite the mix that was in here, and he could only wonder who would soon join them...