May 30th, 2010
I finished Troilus and Cressida. I told Fortinbras I liked it, and he gave me a weird look. We didn't touch on that, but it occurred to me that I would be a fool to trust him implicitly. He's in here, after all. Maybe he'll cut me if I tell him I think A Midsummer Night's Dream is a bit overplayed.
It takes a lot of brainpower to keep myself in reality here. I can't trust anyone, I can't rely on anyone, and I can't believe I haven't been here a month yet. They finally showed me the jobs we're allowed to do, and I saw a jar of Luminol on a shelf in one of the industrial workshops we "get" to work for a few pennies every hour.
There's another thing I have to worry about too, it's the staff. The warden runs this place with an iron fist. I do NOT want to Shawshank myself while I'm here, I don't know which one of my few gang-mates is a Morgan Freeman type, and I think I'd end up as that guy that hangs himself outside before I'd be Andy DuFresne.
I'm beginning to suspect that biding my time and working the system for every drop I can get might be my best option. I thought laying low would work, and it got me caught in a shower with a rapist who I had to threaten to stab to death.
I'd prefer to emerge as not a murderer, all things being equal.
Ned was agape. Hibiscus had requested he charge his crappy computer and load up a website called Twitter. It was like every dumbass with a computer had an opportunity to voice their shitty opinions. He was unsure as to how he'd missed this site before he'd gone to jail.
"What's going on? Why does everyone give a shit?" He asked the woman leaning over his shoulder.
"Have you been watching the news?" Hibiscus asked, and he shook his head.
"Have I missed much?" Ned asked, and Hibiscus let out a low whistle.
"How much do you know about the Grey Rock breakout?" She asked him, and he started.
"East Alcatraz had a breakout?" Ned was shocked. He had heard stories in the clink about East Alcatraz. It was a hell for criminal elements who had the juice or the notoriety to get heavier sentences than himself. The heavy hitters, people who fought actual superheroes. "What's that got to do with me?"
"You ever heard of Kitty-Cat?" Hibiscus asked, and Ned nodded slowly.
"He's that cat burglar who fights Marathon, right?"
Hibiscus took over the keyboard from behind Ned's back, and he was very conscious of what was touching him. He hadn't been with someone before prison, and that hadn't changed exactly. Ned was still very inexperienced around women, and now a stunning one was squished up to his back.
As she typed, he tried to think about something innocuous and non-sexual while he was sitting there. Like robots, or his super-suit. Or her. Or her in his super-suit, he had some drawings of the design that illustrated the needs for tight fabric, and...
"Tight." He murmured to himself, a situation forming down to his south, before he was jolted back into reality.
"You right, it is pretty tight. You made a quick 60k." Hibiscus said, standing back up.
"What?" Ned said, back in reality.
"One of the goons in the bank was Kitty-Cat. There's a substantial reward for bringing him in because he was one of the 100 criminals who broke out of Grey Rock. You're a hero because you didn't take it, and people needed something inspirational. A former crook stopping a bank robbery and stopping one of the 100? That's a fucking storybook ending." She pointed to the screen. "When you didn't publicly show up, I made a Twitter posing as you, and rallied public support. You're a hero in the eye of the public. Now, I want to work together." She said.
"Doing what?" Ned asked.
"We go after the guys on the list, and go after the bounties on a few of the lower level players. These are high level rewards for work that you and I could do with our eyes closed. The lowest bounties hover around 40 to 50k, and the highest have a mil or more. But we don't need the highest, because for people like you and me, the low cash is enough to get us enough opportunity to do whatever we want. Start a future, keep on the path, whatever. I'll split each bounty with you." Hibiscus said, and smiled broadly. "We can even get that 60k for you. All we need to do is frame it like you need cash to live, and milk the tear ducts of the general populace like it was a cow's udders."
Ned was taken aback by what she had said. It was a very weird thing to say. "Milk the tear ducts of the general populace like it was a cow's udders." He repeated slowly. Hibiscus looked away and her face turned a shade darker.
"It's an idiom." She said, and Ned sensed there was some insecurity here.
"Okay." Ned's admittance that the saying was indeed, an idiom, seemed to restore Hibiscus back to her usual confidence. "What would you want me to do?"
"Well, initially, I thought you might just supply me with info, so I could go after them myself, but seeing this place, 5% of the take wouldn't be enough for you. So you investigate with me, and when we find them, we mix it up together and take them down. Dead or alive, we get a reward. We split it 55-45. I think that's fair, you being my employee and all."
"We'd have to bring them in alive." Ned quickly said. "I didn't get out of jail to go back right away because someone didn't believe my intentions are noble, and since they aren't, it's an even safer bet."
"Ah." Hibiscus exclaimed. "You don't want to go to jail again. That's why you decided to rob a bank the other day." She smiled triumphantly at her own point, pride in her cleverness was coursing through her, and Ned stared at her. This was a weird person, he thought. She seemed childish to a fault, but he could tell she was incredibly dangerous. Her whole body was always tense, her guard was never down. He had learned a technique in prison for judging if someone was trying to kill you. If you see they have a weapon, and their hands never reach for it, they're probably trying to let you forget they have it.
"Why wouldn't I just take the cash from stopping the robbery and dip out of here?" Ned said, finally taking a good look at the news story she had brought up. 'People's Hero Stops Bank Robbery'.
"I have two reasons. One, you're an ex-con who may have just salvaged his reputation in the public eye." Hibiscus pointed out, and Ned thought about it for a moment. She was right. He had the adoration of people now, whether or not they were actively supporting him, there were tons of things that had come out in support of him. He looked further at another tab Hibiscus had opened up on YouTube. There were news stories, episodes of satire news shows talking about him, and late night monologue bits. For a brief moment, he had become the popular culture, and he was very unsure as to if he wanted it. "Also, if you do try and do that, I'll just turn you in, after I find the cash in this place, or wherever you hid it, and believe me, I am the best at making people squeal. You'll talk. There'll be evidence, and the Ned Nelson redemption story will end there."
Ned got immediately angry. "So you're blackmailing me?"
"Black-fe-mailing, if you don't mind." She said, and her smile got wider. "I want to make a name for myself, you need some sort of future prospect before you end up killing yourself or back in jail. Believe me, you do not want to be a part of the recidivism rate. I'm doing you a favor."
"By strong-arming me into working for you?"
"Yeah!"
Ned was objectively trapped. He couldn't return the cash, that would ruin the story, his newly minted good rep was something he wasn't sure he wanted to get rid of yet. He hadnth thought about it, seriously.
So he began to.
He knew how to fight, he had his tech, and if they went after the low threats, the ones with the low bounties, it was a possibility that him and this intimidating woman would manage to succeed. If he said no, he may get away, but there wouldn't be any coming back to the city, and he needed something.
The real truth was, he had no real allies in villainy, no bonds, no friends, at least he didn't anymore. This was going to rile up bad guys, maybe even heavy hitters, and he knew there were fights in that potential path that were going to either end up with him doing things he was never capable of before or end up with him dying. But if he refused this woman, he'd return to jail having seen nothing of his reward for being dumb lucky, and he'd be another page in history dedicated to supervillains that had nothing significant happen to them. Not to mention he'd be on the shit-list of every baddie ever. He thought about what would happen to him if he didn't do something to stop himself from going to jail. He imagined what his Wikipedia page would say.
Blaster was a villain from Broadsburg, who could use a light based weapon. (Citation Needed) He died alone in jail after getting stabbed a zillion times. (Citation Needed)
What was there to be proud of in being a villain, anyway? He hadn't made any money, he hadn't been seen as some sort of misunderstood hero, except by weirdos on the internet, and he didn't even want that.
What did he have to lose, really? He was already broke, already had a criminal record, already was the lowest of the low, and now he had lucked into the situation of the century. This was as good as getting a golden ticket. Money for fighting people, and it was seen as a service in the public good. He had made a stupid mistake, robbed a bank, and hid out for days while the world decided he was the symbol of hope needed in a crisis, and now a frankly stunning woman was telling him she wanted to work with him in close proximity for the foreseeable future while they made money.
"I won't kill anyone." Ned finally said. "I won't. But, I'm not… unwilling to give this a try, I suppose. What do I have to lose?"
"That's the spirit, Ned!" Hibiscus said, gleefully. The two had officially begun their pact. "Forget about the bad part with the ultimatum, because this is going to be great. We're going to end up great friends and make a shitload of cash."
Ned hoped she was right, because he had to. This and everything in the story of his life would eventually end with him dying, and as far as he could see, this scenario had the greatest risk, and greatest reward. He might end up dead, but he had a chance to get some real cash to set up his next endeavors.
"-But we start tomorrow." Hibiscus said, and gave him a card with an address on it. "Be there at 8am. Don't be late." Then she was gone. Ned was alone once again.