Noon, mess hall.
Aiden ordered a simple meal in the mess hall, carried it to his seat, but didn't start eating.
After a good while, he lowered his voice and spoke to the seemingly empty seat opposite him, "How's it looking?"
"I didn't find any problems," Tony replied.
"Is that so?" Aiden stared at the food on his plate but didn't touch it.
The HR department's records showed that the prison had recently expanded its staff in many positions, including the mess hall.
While Tony was stamping his form, Aiden suddenly realized a possibility: the Blood Moon Cult may not only infiltrate the prison with undercover disciples as disguised prisoners but could also apply as staff members.
Contract positions did not require police establishment credentials, one only needed to pass the assessment to get the job. And for jobs like those in the mess hall, one might simply need to present a passable clean resume to be employed.
