Fenner looked aghast, clutching his bloody battered nose he turned around towards the formerly seated inmates, so did the limping Hollamby who was being supported by Karen and Helen, Dominique and three other PO’s.
Slowly they inched back towards the iron door while the angry prisoners advanced on them.

“LET’S GET RID OF THE BASTARDS!”
“FENNER’S MINE!” Dockley warned. “YEAH!!I SAY HANG UM AT THE HIGHEST POLE!!” another inmate called Mandy cried out.
“RIP EM TA SHREDS I SAY!”
All women started to scream at once while they slowly advanced towards the terrified PO’S. Angry faces retorted into even grimier sneers. They had forgotten about their predicament, forgotten about the hostage-situation, forgotten about the good some of the screws had done for them like Dominique who had saved Zandra on the roof, or Helen who had made their lives much more viable while she was still wing-governor and was still trying to although she lacked the power, or Karen who always had the best interest of the inmates at heart.
They had been swept off their feet by the charismatic black leader who had given them such a heartfelt speech, filled with sorrow and pain. So it’s not hard to believe that to them the PO’s really represented the embodiment of evil who did all those terrible things in Yaoundé en killed those innocent kids in Asjantis. They were responsible for all the grief and sorrow caused to so many people AND of course, the PO’s were the reason they had been convicted and put away in this godforsaken place in the first place. The ones who kept them away from their friends and families. The ones who treated them like no-good every day, again and again. They were nothing but scum and they just HAD to be swept off the face of the earth!
Unrelentingly the group shuffled towards the blocked jailers, utterly convinced of their believes and when only 1 to 2 meters separated the two parties a body urgently made it’s way to the front of the angry inmates, shoving with her elbows till she got in front, with her back turned to the PO’s Nikki stood there, her hands outstretched.

“NIKKI!” Helen shouted out.