There are three main types of people in prisons: the gangs, which are the main component of the prison population and the most "indestructible" part, and whoever is in power at any given time, these people will always be the majority in the prisons.
The second type of people fall into the more fashionable category of criminal behavior, most of them have something to do with cheating, fraud, and these people are not gang members, they come in not because of what they've done, but because they're not careful enough, or cunning enough, to be caught by those police officers or agents.
A third category can be said to be largely absent from the Sabine City Regional Jail; these are people who have not committed any crimes, and they can even leave the jail whenever and wherever they want.
In prison is just a means to an end, of course, it is possible to be "means", this kind of people (political prisoners) will mostly be in some of the more famous federal prisons to serve their sentences, but even if they are in prison, they are still able to influence the politics, economy, culture and even the military of the entire federation.
As for the rest, each has their own reasons, yet not so much; people like Michael Jr. who have no gang affiliation tend to get sucked in by gangs in prison, and many gangs look to prison as a major source of blood.
No one will be too discriminated against here, but of course class will certainly still exist, and if prisons could eliminate class, wouldn't ... have succeeded long ago?
There are people, there are classes, there are societies, and little Michael wasn't treated too meanly because of his young age, and in a place like this where personal martial valor was the order of the day, bullying a half-grown child would only be despised, not admired.
But if little Michael's father is a licensed man, then the situation becomes different, because most of the people here were taken in by licensed men.
In this eerie atmosphere it was time for lunch, and in the Sabine City Regional Jail, after lunch there was a lunch break, and after that it was free time, and then dinner and an hour and a half of recreation time where they could watch a little television.
Next came shower time and late breaks and finally lights out, and each day was very full for everyone, or at least more so than when they were out there getting drunk.
Michael Jr. held the rubber-made dinner plate to the place where he was fed, and on previous days the inmate in charge of the meal would give him more meat and vegetables than the others, but today the guy took a spoon to the edge of the dishpan and scooped up a spoonful of the thinned-out paste and snapped it right onto Michael Jr.'s plate.
He looked over at the prisoner who was beating his food, who had an impatient look on his face, and before he could say anything, a sudden force erupted from behind him, and he stumbled forward by some one on top of him, and his whole body fell to the ground.
He was lying in the rotten vegetable soup, a bit overwhelmed, the guards in charge of guarding these prisoners just glanced at them and withdrew their gaze, as long as these people didn't riot, they were unlikely to interfere with the conflicts between the prisoners.
Prisons are unique little societies with unique social patterns, and no one is going to actively interfere in without something big happening.
Michael Jr. climbed to his feet and was just about to pick up his dinner plate when this time a foot stepped on his plate, he bent over and tilted his head to look up, the person who had stepped on his plate this lowered his head and looked down at him, one blank, the other aloof.
There was no hooting and hollering or uproar in the restaurant, just a majority of people looking on with smiles and laughter, and if the man hadn't blurted out Michael Jr.'s identity and background, someone might have already stepped up to the plate to stop it, such as the ones who were planning on sucking him into their gangs.
But now, everyone is watching the show, and those with "licenses" and even their families are instinctively hated here.
The person who stepped on Little Michael's dinner plate turned his ankle and crushed the rubber dinner plate on the floor, leaving a ... somewhat yellow and black stained footprint on it, which vaguely emitted some stench, and Little Michael's stomach pouch instantly contracted, followed by a desire to vomit that made him run to the trash can, and with a wow mouthful of vomit he spat out some things that hadn't been digested in the morning.
He did not realize that his good days were over, just as he was vomiting, someone suddenly pulled down his pants, and he picked up and planted his head down into the garbage can, which came out with some leftover garbage from other people's food, spit, phlegm, in addition to the vomit that he had just vomited, and for a moment his head went blank ...
He hadn't reacted when he was pulled out by the guards, only to feel that everything had changed in an instant.
Meanwhile, a news story has begun to spread rapidly in Sabine City and throughout the state that the abuse of power by the head of the Federal Revenue Service investigative team led to an innocent citizen almost going to meet the God of Heaven.
As Lynch estimated at the outset, instead of using the power of justice to challenge the IRS's enforcement authority, he used the media to frantically tear them down, a move that played a critical role.
Michael was sent that same day to be restricted from leaving the city limits of Sabine while being incarcerated at his residence - the head of the Federal Revenue Service of Sabine personally intervened to temporarily release Michael on bail, and if he had been allowed to remain in the police station, it would have only allowed those journalists to find more points of attack on the Revenue Service, such as "Why was he detained in the police station if he was not at fault" or something like that.
He had to fish Michael out, at least that would keep the stupid citizens from being led around by the media.
At Michael's home, the Director rarely lost his temper, "You're too impulsive, do you know that the Directorate General's side scolded me on the phone for more than half an hour today?"
At seven o'clock in the morning, a large number of reporters were like flies that smelled the stench around ... no, it was small bees that smelled the fragrance of the flowers around Lynch, from nurses, doctors and even through their own brainstorming fabricated a shocking article, which there were also two federal level media outlets, and by nine o'clock basically all seventeen of the federal states were aware of the incident, and public opinion began to ferment.
In fact, there is no telling how many times this kind of thing happens every year, but this time there is obviously a push behind the scenes, and the Federal Tax Administration side is starting to pay attention and warns the director that if he doesn't manage to quell the matter as soon as possible, the Ministry of Supervision may have to send a commissioner to Sabine City to conduct a secret investigation.
Michael will not be the only one who will be in bad luck, and not only will he be "exiled" to a remote place, but he will not only lose his job, but he may also go to jail.
For those with a "license", it would be easier to kill them in jail, where they would be humiliated by the very people they put there and would be worse off than dead.
Michael hung his head low and didn't say a word, he had a bad temper but wasn't a fool, he already knew what kind of consequences had been triggered by all the stupid things he had done on impulse, it was too late to say anything now, he might as well wait for the Chief's fire to be over before discussing how to make things right.
The director scolded him for a while longer before finally sighing, "I'd love to bail you out, but the idea from above is to throw you out to quell the public's anger ..."
Michael snapped his head up to look at the director, a hint of disbelief in his eyes, he was more or less a mid-level cadre, and to say he was giving up?
The Director avoided his gaze and shook his head with a bitter smile, "You've got the wrong opponent, you know?" , not waiting for Michael to answer, the Director then continued, "I would have thought Lynch would have prosecuted you, if he really did that simple, the Directorate would have been on our side once it came to the issue of law enforcement powers, no matter what you did."
"But I heard someone say that he has forgiven you in front of the media, and even put in some good words for you, and also dropped the idea of suing you, do you realize how much trouble you're in now?"
It may not be clear to Michael, but it's clear to the Commissioner that the more generous Lynch acts, the angrier the media and the public get, even if part of their anger is directed at Lynch - anger that he's actually afraid to stand up for himself.
But more of their anger goes to Michael and those behind him, and with the media frenzy, Lynch's concession will be taken as a concession of not daring to fight the IRS, which in the end is still a problem of too much power in the various line bureaus of the Commonwealth.
There have been no fewer than hundreds or thousands of discussions over the years surrounding whether or not the federal departments have too much enforcement power, but each time it's never been settled, and this time it's bound to be the same result, but someone has to be held accountable for it.
Michael, there's no one better.
"I'll try my best to bail you out, but in case ...", he patted Michael's arm, "you can't blame me for not doing my best, in fact, the best thing to do right now is for you to beg Lynch, if you can appear together in the front of the media, things might still turn around!"