We're not in Kansas anymore

News travels fast in prison. Emerald City was already buzzing in anticipation of the Saints arrival. Some of the buzz was good and some was bad. The bad buzz was currently taking place in the laundry room between Vern Schillinger and Chucky Pancamo. These two so much as speaking to each other was rare, plotting with each other? That was unheard of.

"Tell me something Pancamo, what makes you think I would help a bunch of greasy wops like you? You wiseguys are supposed to be so tough and you can't handle a couple of Irish Catholic pussies? Those Saints are bending Yakavetta's boys over and ass fucking em wearing sandpaper condoms every chance they get. Now why would I want to interfere with that?" Vern said with a smirk.

"Cause I know what you like, ya perverted asshole. I think Beecher's proof enough of that." Chucky said glancing through the glass window to make sure that the guards weren't paying too much attention to the conversation.

"I don't stick my my dick in niggers or Catholics. I don't see any reason for me to get involved. Except maybe to enjoy watching them fuck you and your boys up." Schillinger replied.

"How about the fact that four of your Aryan Brotherhood boys over in the Hoag got laid up in the infirmary. One of them is only breathing because they got him hooked up to a damned machine." Chucky played his hole card.

"There is that." Vern acknowledged. "Then again, knowing how those two Irish micks have been fucking up Wops all over Boston; Charles should have made damn sure he had enough soldiers to take em down. He simply got what was coming to him for letting some Catholic pieces of shit get the better of him.

But you're forgetting something. McManus, the screws; everyone is going to be watching those two like hawks. Half the guards in this place figure those two should be getting a medal for what they've done. Nobody is going to be able to get close to them for a while."

*****

Bob Rebadow was one of the few residents of M City that was pretty much left alone. Whether it was due to respect for his age or the fact that the other residents thought he was crazy was a toss up. Bob really didn't care which it was as long as he was pretty much left alone and usually he was, at least until God visited him.

Last night God had visited him again and given him a task. Rebadow was on his way to carry out that task. Talk to Raoul 'El Cid' Hernandez. The angry looking man was sitting at one of the tables half heartedly playing cards with the rest of his gang. Rebadow stood patiently until the gang leader noticed him standing there.

"What you looking at old man." El Cid asked.

"God and I had a talk last night. He wanted me to give you a message." Rebadow said.

"Really? A message from the almighty to me?" El Cid laughed. "Are you sure it wasn't from El Diablo?" El Cid scooped up the cards.

"No it was from God. He said that you should keep an eye on the two new guys. They are friends of his. He also said to tell you that your daughter's pneumonia is getting better." Having completed his task the old man turned away heading back to his own cell.

"Son of a bitch." El Cid said quietly. He had just spoken to his old lady that morning. She had called to tell him that their little girl had just been released from the hospital. But no one on the inside even knew his little girl had been sick.

*****

Officer Sean Murphy was watching Ryan O'Riley as he lifted weights in the gym. It was only reasonable the the two Irishmen would choose to discuss an Irish topic.

"I heard they're actually from Ireland but immigrated here." Ryan said as he easily raised and lowered the barbell doing reps on the bench press.

"Yeah. My Aunt Molly lives in Boston. She remembers when the whole thing started. They were cleared of all charges on the first two they killed. Couple of Russian Mafia guys. Guess that made them figure they could get away with murder. Cause they went on a spree something like 20 guys in a couple of days, all of them trash. Most of Boston was pretty happy to see someone cleaning up the streets."

"Can't blame the people of Boston for that I guess. Boston is a pretty trashy city in my opinion. " Ryan said as he lifted the weight onto the bar and sat up. " You've got to admit they've got some balls though. The way they capped Yakavetta in the middle of a crowded courtroom, didn't even bother to wear masks, dumb fucks."

"They got away with that one. Just disappeared right off the face of the fucking earth. Dumb fuck applies to coming back and wiping out young Yakavetta's set up. What no one can explain is why they went after the last guy."

"Shit Murphy, Didn't you know? It was't them went after the Roman, it was their father, Il Duce!"

"Il Duce is their father??? No wonder the damned Italians are pissing their pants! I remember Shibetta talking about him once. They were all scared of Il Duce, and the Saints are Il Duce's sons."

*****

Diane Whittlesy looked around to see the inmates were determined not to miss a single moment of this arrival. The place looked like a parade route as everyone found what they thought was the best spot to watch from. The arrival of NBA star Jackson Vahue hadn't even rated this much interest.

"What is the world coming to when murderers get treated like rock stars?" She mumbled to herself.

She looked up to see Tim McManus enter the block and head up to his office. He was followed by Said who was flanked by two men carrying the stand prison issue items; Sheets, bedding, a change of clothes. Diane looked around to read the inmates reactions. The entire block was silent. Usually there would be at least a handful of catcalls directed toward fresh meat coming into M City.

She noted Pancomo who glared for a moment before spitting and walking into his pod. Vern Shillinger was surrounded by his usual group of Aryan fucks who were nudging each other and whispering furiously back and forth. That was not a good sign since it usually meant someone was going to either get raped or kill/injure another inmate who intended to rape them in the shower. Diane had a feeling that it would be the second scenario in this case.

Hernandez and the rest of the Hispanics watched silently for a moment before the Gang leader acknowledged them with nod toward Said. Adibisi at least was being himself, as he had a hand down his pants groping his dick and licking his lips as he watched the two pass below him.

Like everyone else she tracked their progress toward the empty pod. Normality returned here as Augustus Hill and Bob Rebadow stood ready as usual to be the first to welcome any new resident. Rebadow thought it was his mission from God to welcome everyone, while Augustus simply wanted to make sure he was the one that passed on all of the necessary gossip.

Diane was hoping it wouldn't be a lockdown night.

*****

"Connor, Murphy; this is Augustus Hill." Said introducing the young black man in the wheelchair. "And Bob Rebadow , our oldest resident."

"God visited me last night. He told me you were coming." Bob said before wandering off to his own pod without waiting for a reply.

"Ya'll got to excuse Rebadow. He's generally harmless." Augustus said extending his hand. "Unlike some around here." He shook Connor's and then Murphy's hand. "Then again there are some around here that are downright helpful."

"Sounds like things are already getting stirred up." Said grunted.

Well if you call Schillinger's Hitler worshiping ass and Pancomo's pasta eating ass suddenly deciding to do laundry at the same time 'getting stirred up', I guess you're right." Augustus said.

"We noticed we were tha center o attention there." Murphy said as he placed his bedding on the top bunk. "Is that how it normally goes?"

"Normally? You would have been getting catcalls and propositions as soon as you came on the block." Augustus said.

"I don't think you're going to have to worry about that except for maybe Adibisi." Augustus said.

"Let me guess, Adibisi would be tha one tha was pullin his pud." Connor surmised.

"That's him." Said confirmed.

"Schillinger normally would be a threat in that area for white guys but in his eyes being Catholic is on the same level with being born with my permanent tan. Adibisi on the other hand will get high and not think about a damn thing except what he wants. Schillinger might try to kill you but Adibisi well...I'm sure you can put two and two together. As for Pancomo, he's just got it in for you because he's a wiseguy.

On the other hand word is out among the Hispanics that your third guy was Mexican. That's brought you cred with the Hispanics. But ya'll need to sit down with El Cid pretty quick so he doesn't get the idea that you dissin him." Augustus said.

"We can take care of all of that once they're settled in. I'll talk to Hernandez now to set up a meeting." Said nodded as he turned to leave

"Oh by the way," Augustus said as he turned his chair to follow Said. "Expect a visit from Ryan O'Riley. He's pretty much our token Irish guy other than Murphy the guard. I'm sure he's going to be stopping by."

Connor and Murphy watched the man roll his chair to the other side of the cell block. Murphy watched as several clearly Muslim men drifted down the stairs and found things to do near the twin's pods.

"Well Connor, ya getting tha feelin that maybe we got our own guardian angels?" Murphy asked.

"Aye m dear brother. A full flock o them by the looks o it." Connor nodded.