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"You have a prepaid call, you will not be charged with this call. This call is from ... "
"Xylon Xavier."
"An inmate at a federal prison. This call is being recorded and a subject to monitoring."
"Hang up to decline the call. To accept, dial 5 now. If you wish to block any future calls, dial 7 now."
"To decline this call, hang up."
"Hello?"
"Hi, my love."
"Ayanna?"
"You forget about me?"
"Never that. You?"
"Never that."
"Good. 'Cause it's time."
"You serious?"
"I am. Nice to meet you."
"No. Nice to meet you."
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"You know, babe...for someone who wanted to plead not guilty to first-degree murder, this sure doesn't look too convincing." Ayanna commented facetiously.
Stirring his eyes around the now empty courtroom and a few dead cop bodies...
Xylon smiles nefariously.
"I guess not, huh?" He laughed, looking down, and pressed the barrel closer to her skull. "Now. You gon' give me that plea deal or not?" He gritted
"I-I don't know. I can't!" She strangers. "P-please don't, don't shoot me." She cried.
"Man, sorry, lady. But you and I both know I can't let you go without that paper signed." He said switching the safety off on the gun.
"You want me to assign you to community service and grant you probation after you just killed all of these officers?" She shrieked. "Of course! Why else would I be sitting here wasting my time tryna chop it up with a gun to yo' fucking head. Better than forty-four years locked up in the penitentiary. Now sign the fucking paper before I decorate these walls with the inside of yo' skull." He rested his finger on the trigger.
