<em>Right.<br/>Prison..<br/>Here we go.</em><br/><br/>Cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders and shifting his eyes, Mark, more commonly known as 'Sunny', made no mistake in keeping the pace on his spot in what seemed to almost be a line that left the bus. Almost. Messy commotion. Probably that boy that kept looking around with an expression to his face this was a nightmare and he'd soon wake up.<br/>Perfect. Less eyes on him.<br/>One more glance around and near black eyes flicked downwards, mental notes made on what and who he had seen. Nearly automatic. Just how he was trained.<br/>This time around, however, this was not a job. No cash waiting him after a few days of fun and games. He slumbed a bit, trying to look even smaller, less significant, shoulders hanging.<br/>Slight bump to his back. Made him almost react, but he refrained. Just in time.<br/>The lesser was known about his skills, the better his life would be in this.. hellhole.<br/>Make 'em think you're nobody, and you have the element of suprise. Half the game won.<br/><br/>Once again his mind went over who could have possible ratted him out. There were just too many who held a grudge. But no one had ever done so. He<em>had</em>been rather well protected. But, apparently, hands had been pulled away from him. Else he wouldn't have been here, now would he?<br/>Long fingers flexed and relaxed, knuckles cracking, ears tweaking a bit to listen at the inmates close by. Inmates. Hah. He was one of those now.<br/>Head raised. He couldn't resist. Some part of his mind just had to gather information. Other parts were pondering, contemplating. If there weren't colleagues incarcerated here. Someone he had known.<br/>He'd find out soon enough.<br/>And if the US found out just how incomplete the list of his 'crimes' was, he'd either be here a very, very long time.. ..or would face his end very, very soon.<br/>Sunny couldn't help but chuckle. He was majorly fucked.