Chapter 277 Prison Break Plans
Inside a dimly lit room in an undisclosed location, the tension was palpable. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the background.
Three men sat around a battered wooden table, their faces partially obscured by the dim light of a single overhead bulb.
Opposite them stood a woman, her stance firm and her eyes blazing with intensity. Her name was Tacha, and she was the kind of person you didn't cross lightly.
"They've gotten Donovan, and we have to get him out," Tacha announced, her voice cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade.
Darwin, the burliest of the three men, leaned forward, his expression a mixture of disbelief and irritation.
"Are you crazy, bitch?! Donovan was sent to a maximum-security prison. How the hell do you plan to break him out of there?" he snapped, his voice rising with each word.
The second man, Elijah, leaned back in his chair, a weary sigh escaping his lips. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but it was one born of resignation rather than amusement.
"Tacha," he said, his tone measured, "I get where you're coming from. I really do. But you have to understand—this is impossible. Even if we wanted to help, the odds are stacked against us."
The third man, Miguel, remained silent, his eyes darting between the others. He was the youngest of the group, clearly unsure of where he stood in the conversation.
Tacha didn't flinch. She tapped the table lightly with her fingers, her gaze never leaving Darwin's furious face. "Not yet," she said, her voice calm but resolute.
"Not yet?" Darwin repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Listen, I know you and Donovan had...whatever it is you had. I get it. Love makes people do crazy things. But this? This isn't just crazy. This is suicide. Donovan's being transferred to Millhaven, and once he's there, that's it. Game over. There's no breaking him out of a fortress like that."
Tacha's lips curled into a smirk, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "That's why I said 'not yet.'"
"Darwin," she hissed, "you've been running your mouth all night, and I've let it slide. But let me make myself clear—say one more thing, and I swear I'll rip your guts out and string them across this table. You want to test me? Go ahead."
The room fell deathly silent. Darwin glared at Tacha, his fists clenched at his sides, but he didn't say another word. Slowly, he sat back down, though his expression remained one of barely contained fury.
Elijah cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "Alright, let's say we go along with this crazy plan. What's your angle, Tacha? How do you propose we do this?"
Tacha straightened up, her confidence returning. "We start with the transfer," she said. "They'll move Donovan from the courthouse to the holding facility before taking him to Millhaven. That's our best chance. The convoy will be heavily guarded, but it's nothing we can't handle with the right preparation."
Miguel frowned. "And what about after? Even if we manage to intercept the convoy, they'll have roadblocks, surveillance, maybe even air support. How do we get away clean?"
Tacha's smirk returned. "Leave that to me. I've got connections—people who owe me favors. Once we get Donovan, they'll help us disappear."
Darwin scoffed. "Disappear? For how long? You think the feds are just going to forget about this? They'll hunt us down like dogs."
Tacha's eyes gleamed with determination. "Let them try. I'm not afraid of them. And if you're too much of a coward to stand with me, Darwin, then get the hell out of my way."
Darwin opened his mouth to retort but stopped when Elijah raised a hand. "Enough," Elijah said firmly. He turned to Tacha, his expression serious.
"If we do this, we're all in. No half-measures, no second-guessing. Are you absolutely sure about this?"
Tacha nodded without hesitation. "I'm sure. Donovan's worth it. And if any of you don't feel the same, you're free to walk away."
Elijah exchanged a glance with Miguel, who looked uncertain but eventually nodded. Darwin, after a long moment of silence, let out a frustrated growl. "Fine," he muttered. "But if this goes south, don't say I didn't warn you."
Tacha's smile returned, though this time it carried a hint of gratitude. "Good," she said. "Then let's get to work. We've got a prison break to plan."