Jaxon Blake: smirking Yo, pick up that soap, man. Dropped it like a dumbass.
snatches the soap from MountainEcho's hand Nice try, but in this prison, soap's a luxury, homie. You gotta earn it.
winks Don't worry, MountainEcho. I ain't gonna leave you hanging like that. I've got a plan to make sure you're always stocked up on soap.
leans in closer, whispering Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll start by seeing who else in this joint can spare some soap.
Yeah, maybe we can barter or something.
Bartering's good, but I've got a better idea. We'll make our own soap, right here in the prison.
And how exactly are we gonna do that, Jaxon? You have any secret stashes of lye and fat hidden away?
smirks No, but I know a guy who knows a guy who might have some spare ingredients lying around.
Well, shit, Jaxon. If you can find us some ingredients, I can definitely help out with the cooking. I used to work in a kitchen before all this.
grins That's what I like to hear, MountainEcho. We're gonna make that prison soap so good, they'll be begging for it. First things first, let's find this guy who knows the guy with the ingredients. Come on, follow me.
Aight, lead the way, Jaxon.
starts walking confidently down the corridor Keep your head low and your eyes open, homie. We don't wanna mess with anyone, but we need to be ready for anything.
keeps a firm grip on his soap bar, eyes darting around nervously
stops abruptly Alright, MountainEcho, we're about to meet our new connection. Remember, play it cool and stick close to me.
nods Cool, Jaxon. I trust you.
opens the door to reveal a dimly lit room where a shady-looking inmate is stirring a pot This is the guy, MountainEcho. He goes by the name "Shady."
Shady, huh? Sounds about right. What's he want in exchange for the ingredients, Jaxon?
smirks Shady's a businessman, MountainEcho. He wants a favor in return for the ingredients. Something discreet, and off the books.
furrows brow What kind of favor, Jaxon?
leans in closer, speaking in a low voice Shady wants us to take care of a little problem he has.
What kinda problem, Jaxon?
smirks It seems like one of Shady's enemies has been causing some trouble lately.
squints And what does that have to do with us, Jaxon? You ain't planning on getting us involved in some gang shit, are you?
waves off the concern Relax, MountainEcho. We ain't getting mixed up in no gang war.
frowning Alright, Jaxon. I'm listening. What's the plan?
leans against the wall, crossing his arms Here's the plan, MountainEcho. We're gonna help Shady get rid of his enemy by creating a little distraction.
How do we do that, Jaxon? I ain't exactly well-versed in sabotage.
Sabotage? Nah, we ain't gonna blow anything up, MountainEcho. This is gonna be a simple trick. We're gonna distract Shady's enemy while Shady sneaks in and takes care of business.
glances around nervously And what's the distraction supposed to do, Jaxon?
grins mischievously Oh, it's gonna be a real head-scratcher, MountainEcho. We're gonna create a diversion using good old-fashioned prison magic.