Stinger was on his way to the south side of the prison, and he was venturing there alone. He didn't want to bring his group with him because he needed to make it clear that he was going alone. Brining other's some would think he was starting a fight.
As he was making his way there, he froze for a second. Turning his head to his right, he could see the guard entering with none other than Gary Dem behind him. The two of them caught eyes for a moment, but quickly Gary just looked away.
'That b*stard, I bet he's surprised to see me alive,' Stinger thought in his head as he continued his way to the south side.
Similar to the north side, there was a part of the prison where one knew they were in the south side because there were several members that would be guarding the area. However, it was unlike the north side where the members would stand by the hallways.
The south members strangely sat down every ten meters or so, and they made it quite clear they knew Stinger was there based on the looks they had given.
'Alright, I haven't had much time to think about this, but how am I going to get Carter to give me the information I need?' Stinger thought. 'No doubt, he's going to ask for a favor from me as well.’
'But I don't even know what he could ask, or what I have to offer, maybe to be used if the North clashes with the South. That's the only thing I can think of. If that is the case, then the one thing I need to make sure to do is that he doesn't find out that I'm doing all of this on behalf of Calvin in the first place.' Stinger thought.
Finally, Stinger had made his way to the other side. It had been a long time since he had been here, and a lot had changed. For one, Carter, a large round-bellied man who somehow had different clothing than everyone else in here, was sitting on a chair.
His clothing was different in that he wore a black piece of cloth instead of white. The reasoning the guards gave was because they didn't have his size, but enough time had passed now that they could have made his size clothing.
To put it simply, this was a way for Carter to show he was above everyone in this prison, that he had privileges that the others didn't have, including the chair his fat ass was sitting on as well.
"Are you here to talk about your humiliating defeat to the newcomer?" Carter asked. "We all saw it, how he single handedly took you all out. If you were thinking of asking us for help, well, you better be prepared to have something very special ready."
Stinger's hands were sweating slightly. He didn't know if it was from the throbbing pain or due to how nervous he felt in front of Carter. It was a different feeling. Carter gave off a large amount of pressure.
While Calvin had this sense of calmness that made one feel like he could do anything. Maybe because they were so different, they both were naturally at each other's throats all the time.
And it was because of their personalities that they were able to draw people into their side.
"I wouldn't ask you to do my dirty laundry," Stinger replied. "What I want to know is who is that guy. How can a guy like that come in here, unknown and unheard of, and do all of that? I want to find everything out about him and make him pay."
It was easy for Stinger to put on this performance, and that was because it was truly how he felt as well.
"I see, that makes sense, but what doesn't make sense is why I need to give this information to you. As you know, I am perhaps the only person that is quite well-connected to those on the outside of this prison.”
"I could find the information you are looking for, but there is no need to share it with you."
This was what Stinger was worried about.
"What do you want?" Stinger asked.
Carter raised an eyebrow and at the same time, the corner of his mouth rose slightly.
"You are a quick learner. With this new person inside, and not knowing what he will do, things are heating up. I think it's time we turn the tides slightly.”
"Bring Ice, Blackjack, or Gary over to our side in our fight against the North. If you are able to convince them, then I will give you your information. Although, we can ignore the last one since we all know that's not happening."
"How am I meant to do that?" Stinger retorted.
"That is your problem to figure out," Carter replied and waved his hand.
The men by his side started to move, and Stinger knew that was his cue to get out of there unless she planned to stay there and get in another fight.
Turning around, Stinger had a bad taste left in his mouth as he headed back to the center of the prison where his group was based.
'We can forget getting Gary; he would never join, and if I go talk to him, he might even finish the job, and besides, the North wants information on Gary so talking to him directly is not going to do much.
'Ice is even harder to talk to. I heard he froze the last person that approached him, and just heading to his cell feels cold. I guess that only leaves one person.’
'I guess I'll need to talk to Blackjack, but how the heck am I going to convince him to join?' Stinger thought.