Watching the rest getting fingered and hosed down would have been a lot more amusing if he wasn't so fucking cold. He licked his lip, wishing he had a cigarette. He could do with a little something else, but he wasn't all that eager to find out what quality junk they had here. That, and he really didn't like the idea of how far up it had to be shoved to get passed security.<br/><br/>Finally they were done with the delousing, or whatever the fuck they thought they were doing, and filed out into the cell levels. A good portion of the cells were empty of inmates - out in the yard - but those inside were pressed against the bars, eyeing the new arrivals like they were fucking showgirls at a tittybar. He wanted to punch their teeth down their throats for even thinking they could do half the things they were calling out.<br/><br/>He was prodded in the back with a baton and told, "That one. In."<br/><br/>'That one' was being shared by one of the new convicts, too. The Asian. He was already sitting pretty on the top bunk. Santos stepped inside and waited for the guards to move on before saying in a low voice, "Get down off my bed, you ugly chink fuck."