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You ride in the back of a large van wearing shackles. You knew better than to try to buy drugs in a third world country, but your trip was long and you wanted to spice things up. When they sentenced you to 5 years hard labor you tried to request a phone call to your embassy. Your request was denied.

You notice high a barbed wire fenced, and guard towers as the van enters the prison gates, and stops at loading. Two female officers instruct you out of the van and lead you to a holding cell. The clanging bars echo. Hours later a tall blonde headed officer came to your cell.

"Inmate 3527, come with me!" She said sternly, and you stand up and walk shackled down a long corridor. A large armored door slides electronically to let you in to a small room with a desk. There are chairs on both sides, and she pulls one of them out instructing you to sit there.

Another door opens and a shorter brunette with piercing blue eyes walks in.

"Hello inmate! I am the Warden of this facility" She says with a serious tone. She is dressed like many of the other officers with light brown uniforms, a cap, and black boots.

"I'm going to be asking you a few yes or no questions to gauge your abilities, in order for us to place you in the position to best serve this facility." Her tone was measured. She leans back and crosses her legs and looks you in the eyes.

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