The first guard steps up to the cell bars and rattles his riot club across them. The clacking sounds echo throughout the jail block, garnering some moans and groans from other unseen occupants. But inside this cell, the Wax-Man never flinches. The first guard cackles out loudly, as the other guard grows more anxious.
The second guard steps closer to the iron bars for a better view of the Wax-Man, who sits motionless on the desk’s attached stool, his ass barely clinging to the seat. His legs are stretched out under the desk, but with toes touching the floor, as if his ankles were snapped. His head is drooped
Jamie and JaVon both turn their heads briefly to acknowledge Michael, then quickly return their eyes back to their game.
Michael turns and heads back down the foyer, then up two flights of stairs to the top fourth floor – which for the most part is just one large open space, barring a few closets and a bathroom.
Coming up from behind, Michael wraps his arms around Vic, and delivers a kiss to his neck.
A yawn escapes Michael’s mouth. He shakes it off and finishes his task. With everything safety hidden behind the re-closed panel, he heads for the office door. Just before he exits, he takes a quick half-step back to pick up a wallet and wedding ring sitting on a nearby book stand. He slips the wallet
Michael tosses the glove into the hidden space, then retrieves the final item from the bag – his grapple-hook wire gun. He pulls out a portion of its wire, examining it closely until he uncovers a small hairline knick in a portion of the cable.
