She poped the lock open once it could be deemed 'safe nough' to do so. Her hands still trembling. She fucking hated cats. Why did she have to sent to a damn prison with cats? The house ones were bad enough. She paid little attention to other people as they came out of their cells. She just locked hers, and started trotting off to her little meeting place. She needed to get there fast if she was going to get the things that she wanted.<br/><br/>She hopped the last few stairs on the case she was on, took a left, right, right, left again, more stairs, and then she was there. She nodded to the guard, her breathing a little heavy as she slowed down to a walk. Man, why did it have to be so damn hard to breath here? She wasn't exactly out of shape, but it was like trying to breath through wet sheets when she ran. As she stood panting, the guard flipped open a little lap top computer and set it before her. "make sure my son get's into a good collage" is all he says, and then he leans against the wall.<br/><br/>Liberty set to work, cracking open the files on the boys grades and the like. It took maybe an hour. After the hour had passed, the man's son was still no brilliant light in the dark, however, those little behavior problems were off his record, and he was a 'b' average. It would get the guy into a good collage after he graduated here in a couple of weeks. She closed the lap top, stepped back, and waited a few seconds for the guard to look over what she had done. When he was finished, he held his hand out for the list that Liberty had made.<br/><br/>"Oh, and I need a toothbrush, real bad... just one. The person won't do anything with it but brush her teeth, just get me one." This, of course, leaded into a debate. In the end, Liberty rolled her eyes, lifted her shirt to flash the guard, and a toothbrush was on it's way. She replaced her shirt, turned, and started walking her happy ass back towards her cell. It had been a pretty good day for dealing, and she had a few more deliveries to make.