"Will do, Warden. If we have them all here, all will be processed as usual through the proper channels."<br/><br/>At first, Jackson did not react to seeing Taylor the Cop Killer thrown out of the bus and landing on his knees. The boy's face looked as if it had been using as a punching bag in a boxing place. Jackson did not get into too much of his curiosity over who gave Taylor the bruises but instead wondered over the stupid guard. He guessed one of the more tougher guards had made him get out of his seat with a bit more force than necessary. While he did not mind Taylor being smacked around, outside of the prison, everyone was being watched. He heard through the grapevine the ADA was looking into any dirty guards who were taking favors from prisoners or even taking advantage of said prisoners. For Jackson, he needed to be careful none of the guards fucked up the balance between doing their jobs and going vendetta on the prisoners because someone looked at them funny or blew them a kiss. He knew a few of the guards were as homophobic as the Ku Klax Klan members were racist bigots. The way the prison system worked, homosexuality was rampant with no woman around to keep the sexual tension to a low simmer.<br/><br/>"Whoever pushed Taylor needs to get their god damn eyes checked. No one pushes one another. If someone falls and cracks a head open, it is going to cost the state money to fix them up and it will mean no overtime pay for everyone," he threatened, shaking his head at each of the guard. He saw the guard who must have pushed Taylor grab the new prisoner up by the hair. He was stupid motherfucker to be pulling this bullshit in front of the Warden and him. "Guard Stallone! You do not put your hands on a prisoner who is chained and ready to be shown into the prison. Are you looking to get suspended and have internal affairs all up in your fucking asshole?!," he screamed while he walked up to get in the guards face. Jackson could be considered the guard dog who did the screaming and the shouting for the Warden. Sometimes, he wondered if the Warden was in the wrong position and not running for political office the way he was spruced up in nice suits and shiny shoes.<br/><br/>Jackson stared the guard down before the guard finally turned his head away and apologized. "Better not fucking happen again. I swear to God, I will write this up in your report and bring to list your affair with Sheila in booking to your wife. Is she not married for the third time? Man, I wonder how much child support you would have to dole out along with alimony to her and your three brats?," Jackson wondered, letting another thread hang in the air above the guard. Jackson would use anything to his advantage and keep everyone under control. He hated disarray and even more for people to fuck up on his watch. Even more if the Warden noticed the bad guard and he would not stop the destruction between Warden and self-absorbed guard. Jackson had his own way of dealing with things and the Warden had his own set of rules/punishment to dish out to both prisoners and guards. Should the guard get noticed by the Warden, oh, he was not going to stop the man so long as he did not try to pat the guard on the head for a fucked up job well done.<br/><br/>He glanced over her shoulder towards Guard Dominic and narrowed his eyes at the man. "No smoking while on the job, Dominic. Put the god damn cigarette out," he called out to the guard. There was something off about Dominic and Jackson had yet to figure out what the man was up to; he felt the guard was a sneaky and dirty guard considering the prisoners usually listened to him and some even had fear in their eyes. Was he doing something to the prisoners beyond his capacity and guidelines? Jackson had no idea but he was going to get to the bottom of it sooner or later. For now, he let his gaze turn back towards the line of prisoners. He counted off Taylor, Takeshi, "Sunny", John Boy, Markus, Eric, Bill, Santos, Lafayette, everyone who was supposed to be on the bus and in their new prison was here. Now, it was time to bring these handsome gentleman to their new residence for however long the justice system thought to keep them in the big house.<br/><br/>"Alright, take these prisoners inside, give them their strip search, cavity search, their clothes and their assigned rooms," he called out and pointed towards two guards, one of which was Dominic. "Dominic, you are to check up on Terrence who might be getting one of these lovely ladies as a cell mate and then on Charles Donovan's progress. He should be out of his solitary confinement by the end of today. Hopefully he has learned his lesson to play well with others." Jackson took a deep breath and swallowed the nicotine gum. He would need a second piece later in the afternoon but for once, he was too jacked up on showing around the new inmates to their residence. As for the others, he hoped the regulars knew to be welcoming individuals and not try to shiv someone on the first day. Right now, he could do without shiving and stabbing.