Ethan ran out of the Warden's office, the almost empty whiskey bottle in one hand and the envelope with the transfer letters in the other. The guards, who were accustomed to Ethan's frequent visits, looked at him strangely due to the urgency, but dared not stop him.
He reached his cell and yelled desperately: "Jason! José! Antonio! Come, now! All of you!"
All 25 allies he had gathered came out of the adjacent cells, their faces serious due to their boss's alarm.
"We're in deep shit, guys," Ethan said, his voice tense. "This is going to get ugly. You must be careful."
He quickly explained the contents of the envelope: "Vance is moving to take me out. Your sentences have all been reduced to minor offenses, and they are moving you—all 25 of you—to a state prison in Oakwood."
Everyone was thrown off balance. "But isn't that good, Boss?" asked José, incredulous.
"Have you ever heard of anyone getting this treatment?" Ethan retorted.
They looked at each other and shook their heads.
