"<em>Ah, a new pack of dogs for the kennel</em>" Lucius thought to himself as he saw the transport buss pulling out. He tapped on the steering wheel of his black Jaguar as waited for the gates to open so he could get inside and park. His parents had originally given him a Mercedes as a graduation present when he finished his doctoral thesis. Not because they gave a shit about him or what he chose to do with his life but because it was apparently expected of them to show that they were happy for their child. Of course the first thing he did was trade the car in to help him buy one he actually liked. Everyone in the De'Lorca family seemed to drive a Mercedes and they all looked like overpriced cans with bad paint jobs.<br/><br/>He was cleared past the gates and through reception surprisingly quickly. Lucius surmised that the influx of new prisoners had brought the warden's eyes to the front of the penitentiary so everyone had their knickers in a twist trying to look good at their job. Mercer was certainly a a man that appreciated<em>discipline</em>. Hopefully he was to busy watching the new cons get their drug stashed yanked out of their asses to worry about bothering him. Then again maybe that sort of thing just got him all sweaty.<br/><br/>"Hey Dr. De'Lorca. Glad I caught ya before you went in." The guard they called Mendez trotted up to Lucius, far to happy about something considering their caustic tolerance of each other. "I'm going to have to take that belt from you. No one is allowed to carry chains around here. I'd hate to find you dead in your office because some desperate psycho beat you with your own belt and strangled you with your own panty liners." The Mexican guard flashed Lucius a big shit eating grin.<br/><br/>"Mendez, are you trying to get my pants down? To think that I went commando today just for you too." Lucuis just winked a black rimmed eye at the guard and strides into his office within the health care building. "Morning Shelly" he said to the office worker who informed him about the case files for several of the new inmates being on his desk.<br/><br/>He casually scanned through each manila folder as he reclined in his executive style chair. Some of the new guys look more like models then cons. The puppy eyed rapist was surely going to be interesting, and he wondered what sort of issues the baby faced cop killer had. Afterward he rubbed some sanitizer on his hands and dabbed his face with a cloth that absorbed any oil on his skin. He knew it was an OCD issue but he really didn't give a shit. Instead he wondered what sort of trouble all the caged men were getting themselves into at that very moment.