» Fri Mar 08, 2013 6:51 am --------------------------------------------------------
Desmond Williams - Holding Cells
Desmond sat on the chipped, wooden bench in the holding cells, leaning forward with his hands interlocked. He looked between the cell bars, watching the guards in their daily routines. It kind of annoyed Desmond to watch them do this as he was in line to be head of the guards before he'd gone and shot the two Legion prisoners that were being kept at Camp McCarran.
He brushed his hands against his newly shaved head and then on the rough fabric of his so-called uniform. Both felt strange to him as he thought he wouldn't end up in this position. Desmond felt he didn't belong in prison with all the other scum of the wasteland. He'd fought against the Legion and won many times. He shouldn't be in the correctional facility.
Desmond stood up as the two guards, armed with service rifles, unlocked the cell door and entered, aiming their guns at his head. A third entered, holding a pair of cuffs. Desmond knew the drill and held out his hands to the third guard. The cuffs were locked onto Desmond's wrists as he was led out the cell, one guard at the front and the two armed ones at the back.
As Desmond was walked out into the courtyard, the blinding sun right above, another prisoner ran over, hurling abuse at him. Desmond smiled and remember this man as a Great Khan that he'd seen when the NCR cleared Boulder City of them. As the other convict swung for Desmond, he ducked and the punch hit one of the guards behind him. Desmond responded by headbutting the Khan between his eyes and, as he was dazed, Desmond swiped his legs out from under him with one quick movement.
While his foe was writhing on the floor in pain, Desmond was hurried to his cell, in C block, while the guard that was hit was rushed off to the infirmary. Before Desmond was pushed inside, the guard that held the keys to his cuffs spoke.
"Prisoner 0143, Desmond Williams," he said. "This is your cell. Number 56."
The guard smirked antagonistically as he unlocked Desmond's cuffs and the other shoved him in the cell, shutting the door and locking it behind him. Desmond sat on the bed in his cell, in the same position as he was in the holding cell, pondering how he got here and what he was going to do about it.
