I sat down to start my lunch when the warden walked in. With a superficial grin plastered on his face, he clears his voice.
"Good news Doctor Broyle, we've got outselves another gun runner."
I never understood how he enjoyed this. Shortening a 25-year sentence down to a single day, I hated doing this to another person. I guess i was because I saw myself as a remorseful person, being here was bad enough. I found this program to be inhumne and I found it unseteling that the warden got a weird sense of amusement out of these treatments, it was hard to understand. But non the less I needed to remain profesisonal. He is my boss afterall.
I quickly excuse myself form the lunch area and make my way over to the records room. I pull out the records of Prisoner
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The warden is standing near the control panel for the cells. The door to the cell had been marked with a black X to symbolize his participation in the express program. The program required you to apply and candidate has to be serving a 25-year to life sentence. The warden liked to refer to all the aplicants as 'gun runners'. Other prisoners liked to watch with some morbid curiosty as to what would happen if they decided to apply for the program. A lot of them get detered after seeing the effects but some embrace it and have a sick curiosity of what it is like. Beside the control panel is a micrphone, I step up to the microphone look down at the prisoner and through the staticy mic, I speak.
"Prisoner C-351, you have applied and been aapproved to participate in the express program. Since you are serving a 25-year to life sentence you are eligable to expedite your sentence at the cost of reducing your quality of life here at Craneville Maximum Securty Prison. The minimum time you can serve is twenty-four hours."
He slowly looks up at me, his eyes blood shot and his teeth rotting but with a smile he