A group of prisoners could be seen engrossed in their daily activities of mining and being monitored so that they wouldn't slack off.
Jerry was present.
Just like the others, he was putting on an orange uniform and lifting rocks as instructed.
He was a little energetic today, because his plan was going on smoothly. Despite his age, he wasn't among the ones being shouted at, because he was very diligent with what he was doing.
His eyes constantly move about the men that had been brainwashed into thinking they would escape and soon, they could start their life as his men and have access to wealth.
It was a dream they never thought would come through, because if any one of them was let out from here, probably the time to face their death and someone suddenly came with hope.
They were already shielding him against bullying in the cell and Jerry had been trying to reach out to his connection that would make that happen.
