005. - Voice

[brokenweapon]

Everyone's killing each other.

No. Inmates are killing each other...

[Private to Costigan.]
Do you know anything about this?

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[lostundercover]

"And, what? You think giving me a knife and telling me not to stab isn't common fucking sense? Fuck you." [It was obvious Costigan was more looking for a rant in general at this point than actually angry at Bourne in any way. The man just needed to release some anxiety. His medicine wasn't doing as much as it used to and he was having difficulty getting more.

The inmate paused, looking away with a begrudging sort of expression as he resigned himself to getting along.] "Thanks for the knife."

[Costigan lifted one hand to remove his cap, running the other hand through his hair and scratching nervously at his head. Then his cap was returned as he was thinking.] "I want to know what the fuck's going on on the warden side of things.. And I need someone that can help me get permission to shit, especially since my warden's not exactly what I'm used to. What do you want?"

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[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Bourne shook his head and waited for Costigan to mellow out - even though that might take several lifetimes. High-strung was the simplest way to put it; he was all wound up about everything that was going on.]

"You're welcome." [He considered Costigan's demands. They were pretty reasonable, all things considered. Information for information and permissions.] "I can do that. What I want - obviously, there's access to your records, and anything else about what the inmates are doing day-to-day if shit like this keeps happening." [He hooked his thumbs into his jeans pockets.] "That's it."

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[lostundercover]

"Great. Abra fucking cadabra, we have a deal." [It seemed to satiate him for now, and the inmate started examining the knife to ensure that it was something he could use well.

Satisfied after only a minute or two of playing, he slid it into his back pocket and gave Costigan a light flick of the head in acknowledgment that was not quite a nod.] "You better get going. Won't do wonders for my reputation if people notice you around here too often."

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[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Bourne shrugged.] "Wasn't so hard, was it?" [He really did want Costigan to trust him; it was good to have an ally on the inmate side of things, since Armand was, at this point, not liking him very much.]

"Good thinking." [The asset had been thinking the same thing.] "Let me know if it works out for you," [he said, and exited the room.]