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Chapter One
In a pri-son built on a remote island, it houses some of the most dan-gerous pr-isoners around the world due to the difficulty of esc-aping from its high walls and watchtowers installed with the latest high-resolution tracking cameras.
It works to monitor any movement in and out of this edifice thanks to an automatic sensor that cap-tures sound and image, with the possibility of day and night photography.
It is connected to the intercom devices of the radio-powered control room and monitors the entrances and exits of pr-ison buildings, front and rear windows, and inside the walls as an integrated security control system.
These cameras convey to the followers what is happening inside the pr-ison with its wards, outlets, units, and every breath received by the detainees inside, interrupting any hope for them to get rid of the cold of what they live inside these str-ong walls.
Even the Internal Guard is subject to this siege so that no inmate can tame any of his guards, whether with money or any other means, and if we assume the ability of money to buy human so-uls and one of the pr-isoners succeeds with the help of the owned so-ul in circumventing these strict follow-up procedures and manages in the farthest scenarios of his ambitious imagination to escape,
He will be surprised that there are a hundred of the most skilled sni-pers ar-med with rifles of modern high-caliber wea-pons, designed to meet the purpose of hitting the target at a distance of up to 2 km.
The waist of each of these sni-pers is fastened with units within each ammunition unit suitable for the type of rifle that is carried between his palms. Until a third hand is attached to him in anticipation of any emergency, each of them manually stuffs his wea-pon magazine when needed.
If someone manages to cross these walls, break through that tight security system, and ignore the guards, this is impossible, no matter how intelligent one of them is.
How can he withstand the strong waves of the ocean with its cold water and pre-datory sharks?!
If we look at the island’s marina, we will find a group of boats with high-speed air propulsion machines armed with art-illery and tor-pedoes—those used by the coast guard and marine police to monitor ter-ritorial waters.
Back inside those walls, which house hundreds of out-laws of different nationalities, are destined to be led to this distant pr-ison, many of whom have committed mistakes and even serious dis-asters, ignoring all the meanings of humanity.
Among them are international ma-fia men whose descendants are descendants of the original ma-fia ga-ngs who immigrated to Sicily, Italy, in the early twentieth century.
One of the most famous of these Sicilians was Jos-eph Bona-nno, or Joe Ban-anaz, who came to control the new branch of the ma-fia in America.
Americans of Italian descent are responsible for all organized cr-ime in America.
Until the ma-fia was divided into twenty-six families, representing the most dan-gerous ga-ngs of looting, money laundering, and organ tra-fficking and responsible for shedding a lot of bl-ood just to make money and strengthen its roots on American soil,
And other inmates of this pr-ison who were lured to commit individual or collective cr-imes were covered by the media and social media in a way that turned the perpetrators into cr-iminal cr-iminals and became residents of those walls.
Going into the rooms of this pr-ison, we find inside one of the rooms one of the descendants of these displaced pe-rsons, whose features are formed to depict a statue carved of flesh and blood in the form of a human being, each cell in him scr-eaming against his belonging to humans.
He is Ricardo Mateo Ban-anz, better known as Rika Pan, or, let’s say, Rika, and despite his years, which did not exceed thirty-five, his name is engraved with letters of fi-re in the list of international m-afia bosses.
Whoever fate has made him the target of this Rika should start his family by preparing his bu-rial ceremony.
Rika is one of the most da-ngerous and powerful ma-fia men; his activities extended to more than fifty countries, and there are islands located under his full sovereignty, so he became the dominator of the dr-ug trade market around the world.
He also has some dealings with other ma-fia branches, which impose their dominance on the money lau-ndering market.
Where those in charge of these sus-picious activities are working to force some senior businessmen, including honest people and others whose sources of money are not known, and their names shone overnight on commercial platforms, and the shares of their companies rose on the stock exchange, to pay royalties to the men of these ga-ngs, added to the balance of their leader in exchange for protecting their trade and money, and sometimes their threats to ki-ll their opponents or a member of their family.
They also fo-rce them to accept the merger of their companies with certain companies and facilities whose owners need cover to hide their practice of other ill-egal activities.
Chief Rika, as they call him, sits on one of the wooden benches attached to his reservation room, puts one leg on one side standing of this seat, and the other leg touches the floor, shakes it bored from the numerous excuses that the guard lists on his ears, and rubs his earlobe halfheartedly.
As soon as the guard finished his gossip from the other’s point of view, Rika, who had left his seat, approached the guard with sober steps that emitted confidence and arrogance.
Saying to him whose limbs tremble and to him whose he-art is not fe-ared while in the pr-esence of Chief Rika,
“Look, I will consider that I did not hear a letter of what you said; I have nothing to do with your leader; you make a lot of money from your services to me; do not bother me with your affairs with your boss; what I said is implemented; how? It’s up to you.”
The guard, while inside him, cursed that day, which made him subject to a dan-gerous man like Rika, and became his va-sal, only for money, which made him ally himself with the devil, saying sub-missively,
“Your orders will be executed, boss, but give me some time.
I’m struggling to distract the camera monitor monitor, so I can reach you, or so I can send a hidden message to my colleague on the other end over the radio; you know there are no communication networks here on the island.”
Rika smiled sar-castically, saying squintly,
“And that also doesn’t matter to me; tonight, do you hear what I’m saying?! tonight, and don’t bother me with those arguments.”
The guard, with double fe-ar after seeing the anger that began to ma-nifest on the face of this arrogant, shook his head quickly in agreement. “Okay, boss, tonight.”
The guard came out cursing the mighty controls of Rika, thinking how he would tell his colleague that Chief Rika wants his men abroad to quickly send the so-called Sam Jacob into this remote pr-ison in any way and at any cost?!
Even if they had to cooperate with some other ma-fia boss or be hostile to him under any cir-cumstances, he only wanted him here in this exile that only those who were dan-gerous like Rika could set foot on.
His cunning reached the point that there are more than five gov-ernments and int-ernational organizations looking for him, and none of their men could trap him, despite knowing his whereabouts, having pictures of him, and knowing everything about his tra-nsgressions and sus-picious trade, but they could not prove any of these acc-usations to him.
👇Chapter Two
Island PPrisoners written by Asmaa Hemeda Ch 2
