Chapter 271
Selina’s POV
The first three weeks had been about survival.
Not the dramatic version….
I had been afraid.
I was honest with myself about this.
Not to anyone else…. honesty in this environment was the careful commodity of something you controlled rather than distributed. But to myself, in the hours between lights-out and sleep, I had been afraid in the complete and thorough way of someone who had understood what they were in.
The fear had lasted three weeks…
Then it had changed into something else.
The change was not dramatic either.
The woman who had walked into a holding cell in the tailored clothes of someone who had expected, somewhere underneath everything, that her circumstances would eventually correct themselves had been revised.
Not replaced.
Revised…
The core was still present….
I did not react emotionally anymore.
Not because I did not feel things…. I felt them, catalogued them, filed them….
I kept my emotions.
I did not show them.
The keeping and the not-showing were the most significant revision.
The group had assembled over months….
Not from strategy initially…. from the natural consequence of someone who presented a particular kind of presence in a contained environment. The first woman had attached herself because she had been afraid of something and I had communicated, through certain action, that the thing she was afraid of was not going to happen while I was proximate.
The second had arrived because of the first.
The third and fourth through different paths that led to the same destination.
By the sixth month, there were seven of them.
Not loyal in the sentimental sense…. loyal in the functional sense, the loyalty of people who had assessed the available options and had determined that alignment with me was the most productive of the options.
I understood the loyalty for what it was.
I used it accordingly….
I did not tell any of them everything.
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Trust is an expensive resource of an environment where the cost of misplaced trust was measured in consequences that arrived through the institution rather than through the people who had generated trem.
I trusted the structure.
I did not trust the individuals…
The routine.
Months of watching the routine.
The morning shift change.
The four-minute window when the coverage on the east corridor was reduced to a single officer completing the administrative
handover.
The delivery schedule.
The maintenance schedule.
The eastern wall segment that had been flagged for inspection three months ago and had not yet been inspected, whose electronic monitoring had been temporarily rerouted pending the inspection.
I had not shared any of this details…
Not with the group.
Not with anyone
The plan existed entirely inside my own head, which was the only location where a plan was fully safe.
The message arrived on a Tuesday.
Through the channel that existed in this environment….
A folded piece of paper.
Delivered through hands I would not be able to trace if I had wanted to, which I did not, because the origin of the message was less important than its content and because tracing the hands created exposure I did not need.
I read it in the evening,
One sentence
If you still want out, be ready.
I folded the note.
Held it.
Thought about it in the careful way of someone who had been trained by months of this environment to not react to information before they had finished processing it.
The source.
Unknown. Or rather, deliberately obscured….
The message.
If you still want out.
The conditional communicated that the sender had information about whether I wanted out, which communicated they had
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some form of intelligence about me that extended beyond the public record.
Be ready.
No instruction
No detail.
No timeline.
The question of whether to trust it pops my mind….
I sat with this.
The message could be from someone who genuinely had a path.
The message could be an investigation technique…..
The message could be from Mason
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