REEVES MANAGED TO APPROACH C-BLOCK — avoiding shots fired rapidly from the vantage point of the watchtower. He was with True Bob and three other surviving Whites — they entered the cell block before they encountered some guards — and a shoot-out ensued inside the building's ground-floor of the block...

Three female hacks retreated from the shooting and circumvented — they entered the glassed enclosed guard-room cubicle stationed on the lower floor. Both the armed Intersexuals, repeated fire as they followed from the rear...

True Bob notified Reeves by shouting aloud to him...

"Stop shooting — the glass is a bullet-proofed!"

One of the White youth yelled at the women who were in-refuge inside the room, hitting the plexiglass outside with a metal chair...

"Bitches! They lock themselves inside — and that is where the control panels are to open all of the fucking cell doors!"

The guards inside were now communicating for outside backup help...

Outside, Reeves was now quietly walking to the clear bullet-proofed glass with singe mark stains of gun powder spots. He looked inside at the frightened women in the locked booth-room — and then his sapid eyes peered above at the ceiling on top of them.

Reeves grinned at True Bob and turned to all behind him...

"Hold it, I know an old trick."

He had done this before in Wesleyan.

*

Hajja and his gang had killed all the escaping female guards in the barren yard to gather weapons — they now secured A-Block. He instructed his Jamaican hitman next...

"Okay Zinga, you go free the people in B-Block — and meet us back here."

Zinga and five Blacks ran out, while evading bullets from the watchtower — and also from the new arrival of more pugnacious armed 'deuces,' on the ground ahead, deployed by Capt. Olsen.

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*

Reeves and Two Bob silently crawled above through a dark spindle passage above the ceiling — while the three women guards inside the bulletproof glass guard-station were looking at the stares of the other three White Intersexuals stalking outside...

One of the nervous White-boy named Oliver blurted to his friend...

"How long will this take? If we stay here too long, some backup 'screws' will come through that door — and we will be sitting ducks here, without any fucking weapons to defend ourselves."

The Intersexual was jittery because he felt that the Preacher had selected a weak leader for the Whites in the insurgency — someone as the inexperience Reeves, who had never handled a firearm before, and the same goes to that big John Wayne Indian. Oliver had seen the small group with Reeves in the past before, where they were always hobnobbing at the bleachers in the yard — they were perceived as arrogated, for not hanging out nor did join any of the newly formed White gang outfits.

The White youth had always regarded Russell Collins of the Peckerwood as a better and capable leader. Oliver was still having sceptic misgivings that Reeves' incompetent leadership, which might get many Whites killed later if the insurgency escalated...

"Trust them, Oli — they know what they are doing."

His proponent fellow-Caucasian friend assured — who had his tantamount faith in the Preacher's sound judgment. The youth was part of the born-again Christian who espoused fully to the monk's liberation cause of forcefully taking over Tombscradle — just as the monk-priest had promised before in all of his sermons in the yard for years.

*

Li Chi led Doran, Russel Collins and eleven other Intersexuals — who were mostly monks. They reached the out-of-bound industrial area. The Chinese spoke out, leading the way...

"Come on, the armoury is that way."

They all moved along the corridor until the group was ambushed by the surprise attack by a couple of orison guards — killing three unarmed followers in the group.

Doran and Li Chi then cut the hacks down in the counter rapid-fire and killing them.

Michael rushed over to discover that one of the monks was among the three ineluctable dead, while a couple of the survivors were down wounded — Peter aided him — Doran tapped him on the back when he saw Michael in tears...

"Come, Michael, we have to move — it is not safe to stay in the open here."

He then handed a pistol to Michael...

"Here take this."

"No Doran, I will not kill." Michael refused it...

The sanctified monk-priest wished to remain a passivist, as the servant of God, in the current upraise in Tombscradle.