The Wildlife Sanctuary Prison

By Richard V. Alley

In the future a society finds a place to put all those who prove they want nothing to do with society. Max finds himself unjustly in this heap of man's rubbish with a single goal; to escape. While he might be at the center of his grandfather's dream, for him, it is a nightmare. After living with a serial killer his life can hardly get worse, or so he thinks. In the outside world he thought he understood right and wrong, but once inside, he discovers that sometimes the light is dark and the darkness can be filled with spots of light.
A student archeologist finds herself choosing between her lifelong dreams, and her personal desires. In a place filled with struggle and death, she finds a man who wants to help her and is full of life.
A tracker, who seeks to go up the ladder of success, discovers that his ladder is standing in quicksand.
In the Wildlife Sanctuary Prison there is no parole, and the authorities are stacking the deck against the inmates.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Dec 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798350936667

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Ashley Dodge            5’3            122lbs       Caucasian            23

Graduate student on anthropological observation study assignment

Tropical Rainforest Biome

Ashley had decided to start observing another person since she felt that John’s knowledge of her would skew her findings. The day after her confrontation with John, she set out up river because she had seen items in the river that seemed to indicate other people’s presence upstream. She had seen woven palm fronds and a couple of poles that appeared lashed together. She worked her way through the forest never losing at least the sound of the river. Most of the time she was able to see little glimpses of the brown water through the foliage, but occasionally she could only hear the gurgling of the slow water as it meandered by over the rocks and debris that extended from the bank into the river itself. Being not as cognizant as she thought she was, she nearly walked right into a large black caiman that was sunning itself in a patch of light just off the game trail along which she was walking.

All of a sudden someone grabbed her arm and yanked her roughly into the thicket just as the caiman exploded from its resting position and snapped its gaping mouth at the position in which she had been standing a split second before. The pair tumbled backwards through the undergrowth and she heard a man’s voice say, Get up, he’ll keep coming. As she tried to get to her feet again she felt the rough hands on her as she was pulled along through the brush. She knew that her tender skin was being ravaged by the foliage. After what she thought was ten minutes, but was only one, the current which had attached itself to her, ceased to pull on her and she collapsed in a pile. The man was bent at the waist with his hands on his thighs above his knees; trying to catch his breath. Ashley looked up into the face of a bearded man who had a terribly scarred face and involuntarily pulled back. The man said, You were almost breakfast for that big ol’ caiman. They get their fair share in here, and if you hadn’t been such a delicate flower, I might have just let him have you, but I think that would just be a waste of some fine feminine flesh. When he smiled, she noticed that he was missing several teeth and had one broken one. What would your name be? I might guess Alice, but that would be too convenient.

She tried to smile back at the man, but he truly scared her and all he had done was save her life. She hesitantly said, Mmmmmy nnnname is Ashshshley.

It’s nice to meet you Ashley, they call me Dougey.

Douglas Dougey Barclay       5’10      160lbs      Caucasian            37

Kidnapping, Rape, Murder while a member of a Military Unit

Tropical Rainforest Biome

I suppose I should thank you for saving my life, Dougey.

There’s no reason to worry about that right now, I thought we’d get to know each other first, he said and then laughed in a manner that made Ashley cringe.

Come with me, you obviously need a guide, and as luck would have it, I am available.

That’s OK, as she turned away, I think I’ll be OK on my own.

She then saw a transformation in Dougey that gave her the creeps. He screamed at her, You think that you can have me save your life and then just walk away with a simple thank you. Look, girly, I can tell you that, that is not going to be enough. He reached out for her and she pulled away.

She started to run into the forest, again plowing through the underbrush. So many of the plants in here had dangerous foliage, but Ashley was lucky that this particular area was devoid of the worst of it. It was one of the rules in the rainforest, don’t touch the plants. Unknown to Ashley, John Laasig had been watching her in the same way that she was supposed to be watching him.

John Stephen Laasig            6’2            205lbs      Caucasian            55

Accepting gifts and tribute while serving within the U.S. Government

Tropical Rainforest Biome

When she almost stumbled upon the caiman he had been too far away to help her. He saw her suddenly plucked from the jaws of death by some invisible force. Then he had followed her scamper into the brush and when he saw that she had been saved by Dougey, he realized that he would have to get involved. He knew Dougey, in fact everyone within probably two miles knew Dougey or knew about him. He was scum. As a Navy man, it was a source of disgust to John that Dougey could claim this as well.

Dougey had been a Machinist’s Mate in the Navy and had been in trouble since his enlistment. He finally had straightened out long enough to make Chief Petty Officer and almost retire. On what was supposed to be his final deployment, he had kidnapped three young girls in Australia and taken them off into the Outback where he had used them for his own pleasure which included humiliation, as well as bondage and sadistic torture. A race ensued between the Navy and the police in Western Australia. As luck would have it, the Navy found him first and in what soon became an international incident, Dougey was spirited away from Australia. The one girl who had not died was taken to a Navy ship where she was treated for exposure, some lacerations and gave testimony about what had happened. The Navy convicted Dougey under the Uniform Code of Military Justice, but the Aussies raised hell in every English speaking newspaper in the world, and Dougey was eventually returned to face the music in an Australian court. With Australia not having a death penalty, they were unable to satisfy their need for revenge; they placated their populace by asking the Americans to put Dougey into their WSP (Wildlife Sanctuary Prison.) The American Government asked the Australian Government where they thought he belonged. They wanted the Polar biome, but after some negotiations they settled on the Tropical Rainforest, because while his crime had not been against the government, like the remainder of the TRF population, he had been a representative of the U.S. Government when he committed the crime, so that was where they put him. The guards at the WSP Indoctrination Station had called him ‘Scarface’ initially, but after Dougey disarmed one of them and killed him with his bare hands, they only said it behind his back. Dougey was lucky that the WSP administrators had not immediately changed his assigned biome to Polar, but he had already been through his training, and they wanted him out of their area.

As John Laasig continued to watch Ashley (he had overheard her tell Dougey her real name) and this vile excuse for a human being interact, he knew that he would eventually have to act. He had his spear with him and he knew that the black tarry substance on the end of the tip would kill a monkey in less than a minute. He figured it might take a little longer than that to kill a human being. John crept closer to the two and heard Ashley tell Dougey that she was going to head out on her own. He saw Dougey grab for her and then saw her twist away from his grasp. As he reached out again for her, John let his spear fly. It caught Dougey in the back below his left kidney. Dougey whipped around and glared at John. He reached back and pulled the spear from his back. As he did, the wound began to bleed. Dougey’s fate was sealed once the spear punctured his skin. The tree resin that coated its point was a powerful neurotoxin and he had less than two minutes to live and only about a minute and half before he was paralyzed.

Ashley was unaware of anything happening behind her until she heard her attacker scream, YOU FUCKING BOY SCOUT, I JUST WANTED A LITTLE FUCKING ENTERTAINMENT. He started toward John, but then the toxin started to affect his motor control and he stumbled, and then fell to his knees. As he looked up he saw John headed his way with a large limb. Dougey didn’t completely feel the killing blow, as the toxin had already made him partially numb. Even without the blow from the limb, he would have been dead in less than a minute, but John didn’t want to wait that long. That is for those two little girls in Australia, you piece of shit. At Dougey’s scream , Ashley turned around and saw John crush his skull with the limb.

She joined the place where he stood. Thank you so much. We keep running into each other.

You’re welcome, and free to go your own way. She thought about that and realized that in less than 24 hours she had almost died three times. She knew that she was in over her head. In her mind she rationalized that she could put a Fossey-esque spin on her report, and write it as an observer who was included in the group. She realized that she probably would not survive in this place without this man. As she thought about her situation she remembered her first meeting with John, yesterday, and his offer to stay with him.

Is your initial offer still on the table? Perhaps I was hasty in dismissing it so quickly.

John’s heart skipped a beat and he stammered, "You mean the offer to live in my camp? Yes, I would say that it is definitely available if you are willing. This place is very dangerous and I can give you a lot of background on how it was that I found a way to survive in here.

Ashley then added, I can’t take you out of here, just so you know that. One day I will have to go to my pick up point, and you can go with me, but you will have to stay back from the point or they won’t come in to get me.

I understand that, and while I will dread that day, I’ll relish the next couple of weeks.

Thirteen days, corrected Ashley.

OK! If you are going to be part of my camp, then you will have to pull your weight. First we need to go back and get the skins and get some water. Then we need to check the traps for food. After that, you can choose cooking or cleaning.

Ashley was still in the outside world in her mind and she said, I’ll take cleaning. She thought, How hard can it be to wash up some dishes? After they retrieved the water and had it tied up in the little hut that John had finally succeeded in making, they set off to find food. In the fish traps John found a medium sized catfish and he took it out of the water and using his survival blade he split it open on the bank, and then using his hand he cleaned any remaining entrails from the fish’s body cavity. As Ashley saw the guts fall from the fish she felt the gorge rise up into the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly and it went back down. She barely avoided throwing up while watching John gut the fish. She was then horrified when John turned to her and said, Oh, I forgot that you said you wanted to do the cleaning. She then realized her mistake.

Let’s go see if we have anything in my bar trap. The bar trap was a simple trap that relied on a piece of sinew for a torsion spring twisted up at one end of two pieces of bamboo. The middle piece was held up by the trigger and when the animal went after the bait, the spring released its energy, flipping the middle piece down. It came down with enough energy to crush a small monkey’s head, or in one case snap its upper arm. When they arrived at the trap, there was another little monkey laying with its head caught in the trap. John poked it with the stick and it didn’t move. Good, it’s dead.

Ashley asked him why he poked it with the stick first. "Later I’ll show you the scars I got when I learned that little lesson. A small ape is very powerful and a hurt, pissed off one, is even more so. I suppose that would have been news though, ‘Lunch kills man and escapes.’ John then laughed.

Ashley thought, Is everyone in here insane? That wasn’t funny. It was a case where the generational and experience gaps showed. John was thinking about the old definition of what is, and what is not newsworthy. It was a reference to which Ashley was unaware. John took the monkey from the trap and threw a noose around its neck. He then attached that to a pole and hoisted the pole over his shoulder. He looked like some macabre hobo on his way up the steel highway. If John had seen himself, he would have laughed and probably broken into a few lines of the old song King of the Road. That too would have been lost on Ashley. When they arrived back at the camp, John said, OK, Ashley, I caught it, you clean it and I’ll cook it.

I don’t know how to clean a monkey, she said.

Lucky for you I’m a good teacher. Let’s take this little fellow to the river, I don’t clean stuff near camp as the guts stink and they attract unsavory pests. I have a scar from that lesson too.

When they reached the river, John told her, Take this cleaning blade and use the pointed end to enter the abdomen. She did exactly as he instructed. When the pointed end of the instrument went through the abdominal wall, it made a pop sound as the point punctured the fascia. Ashley tried not to think of what she was doing. John then said, Slide it up toward his head. As she did the smell of the animal’s bowels went up her nose, John saw her head pull back and said, Turn away from the monkey before you puke. As she turned her head she vomited. She didn’t know what she was throwing up as she hadn’t eaten anything in at least twelve hours, but it just kept coming, until finally John pulled the little monkey out from beneath her and started to chuckle as he made quick work of gutting the animal. Just like with the fish, he washed it out in the river to rinse out the carcass before taking it back to cook it.

As he finished Ashley was still on her knees and by this time she was fully into the dry heave mode. Come on, Ashley, we need to get away from here, your puke will attract ants and they are a rowdy bunch in here. Her stomach was still flip flopping like a politician, but she got to her feet and told John, I’m not that hungry now.

Trust me, you will be. Here chew this leaf, it is a member of the peppermint family and seems to calm your stomach. I was just like you when I was first put in here. Before I came here, I was almost a vegetarian. I only ate chicken occasionally. I had not done anything violent in a long time; self imposed penance I suppose. In here though, you either adapt or die. Sometimes you adapt and you still die. This is a very dangerous place. One of the first guys I met in here was my mentor. He showed me all kinds of things. In fact, that bar trap is his invention. He was comfortable in here, well as comfortable as you can be and then one day he stepped over a log that was buried in the leaf litter, He would never have intentionally stepped over a log. Anyway, a Fer-de-Lance hit him in the back of the calf just behind the knee. He didn’t live three hours and it was very painful for him before he finally died. He begged me to kill him, because he knew he could not survive the bite of such a deadly snake in here. I couldn’t do it. I liked him, but I couldn’t kill the only friend I had in here. I can tell you this. I had never shed a single tear for anyone before. When he finally died, I wept. It was the hardest thing I had ever gone through. I felt guilty for not granting a man his last wish. I felt a deep sense of loneliness due to loss of companionship, and sank into a deep depression.

Ashley noted that when he spoke of the man’s death, he still had to choke back his emotions. This was very noteworthy in her mind. This is definitely in the notebook later. After the monkey was cleaned, John stuffed the cavity with some leaves and some roots and a couple of large capped mushrooms. He tied it up in some banana leaves and covered it with hot coals. The fish he put on a spit and roasted it over the fire. After the fish was done, he took it off and divided it between himself and Ashley. She looked at it and said, I don’t think I can eat that.

You better eat it, said John.

I can eat my food pack ration for my food.

John said, You can, but you will fall into the trap that I personally think they intend for you to fall into. With what you have done today, you have burned off about 6000 calories, and that food pack will only provide you with 2000 of them, so where do you think the rest will come from? I bet your bra and pants will feel loose by the day after tomorrow if all you eat is that food pack. Those rations are meant to supplement your supply of calories, not to be the sole source of them. I was trying to do that, and by the end of the first week I was so weak and hungry that I almost didn’t survive. That was when my mentor found me. He nursed me back to health, but I can’t make you eat. In fact, I bet you have already lost some weight in only one day cycle. I think that they want people to die in this place. It is like a garbage heap for the refuse of society. Once they put us in here they can forget that we ever existed. I think that they even help the process along occasionally, but I have no proof of that. Of course, I had no proof that we were lab rats until I ran into you, but it seems that, that has been verified. Ashley decided that she could eat a little of the catfish but the monkey was out. It was a little monkey and none of it went to waste. Listen to me, Ashley, survival in here is about calories eaten versus calories used. If you burn more getting food than you return to your body, then you will not survive. If they have sent others like you in here, I would be interested in knowing the percentages of survivors.

This was something that Ashley was vaguely aware of because of her relationship with Banu. She would have been shocked if she had known the truth. The WSP was getting so much money from the university and the government that they kept the facts thoroughly hidden. As for the next of kin, they were merely told that their loved one had suffered a fatal accident while doing research in the field. The bodies were mostly recovered, though not always.

After they had eaten John showed Ashley to her hammock and advised her to not get up in the middle of the night without waking him, so he could make certain it was safe. After she was in the hammock her mind began to digest the day. She could scarcely believe that she had been in here less than forty-eight hours. Less than a month ago she had still been working in the monitoring station with her roommate Banu. Now here she was in this hammock, with a man she hardly knew only feet away; her protector. It was hard for her to grasp the changes that had taken place in her life in such a short time. Her mind was whirling from idea to idea, but something John had said kept returning to the forefront of her thoughts. I think that they even help the process along occasionally, but I have no proof of that. She wondered if there wasn’t something to his comment. Before her mind could delve into that subject more thoroughly it slid her into the unconsciousness of sleep.

While Ashley was slipping into the world of dreams, her roommate Banu was at work in the monitoring station in the Guard city.

Banu Cuunim            5’0            135lbs      Asian/Indian      25

Employed at WSP Monitoring Station

Guard City

Banu had been working in the monitoring station for four years before Ashley moved in to her room. Her previous roommate, a girl named Kendra, had been an anthropology student just like Ashley, and just like Ashley, she had gotten approved for her anthropological observation assignment and gone into the WSP. Banu had never heard from her again. Banu thought it was odd, since they had been such good friends. When she had looked up Kendra on the Mainframe, she had received a warning screen that stated that the information was in a WSP Admin folder to which she did not have access. The next day she had been called into her boss’ office and told that she was not there to use WSP assets for personal research. She realized that the prisoners in the WSP were not the only ones being monitored. She mentioned it to her boyfriend Rashneesh and he told her to mind her duties if she wanted to move up in the organization.

Rashneesh      Chaudhri      5’8            165lbs      Asian/Pakistani            31

Employed as Guard/Tracker by WSP

Guard City

This was very important to Banu. She had been a student too, when she first moved out to the WSP in Wyoming. She and Ashley were in the same graduate program originally, but after talking with Rashneesh, she had decided to become an employee of WSP and start building some kind of a life. In Rashneesh, she felt that she had found a partner with which to build a future life. She realized that in the old days the fact that he was Punjabi would have been a problem, but in the current society it was more about what you accomplished rather that where your family was from. Rashneesh was the perfect man for her. As a military man, he had the physique of a warrior. He was very motivated and she knew that if she hitched her wagon to such a stallion her life would be easy, and that was exactly what she wanted. When they had been stationed here four years ago Rashneesh was only a Sergeant at Arms, and now he was a Major. Being advanced two pay grades in four years was impressive, and if he kept up his meteoric rise, then perhaps he would be able to apply to a posting back in civilization. Banu knew that if she could stick it out that she would be able to quit working one day and attend to motherly pursuits.

After working her shift, she returned to Rashneesh’s apartment. While she was not supposed to have a key to his place, he had given her one because of some friction between Ashley and herself. Ashley didn’t think they cleaned up enough and she didn’t like the fact that their cuisine infused the apartment with the smell of curry. Banu also thought that the real problem was that Ashley was jealous of her relationship with Rashneesh. They had decided to move in together after Ashley’s last tirade about leaving the place a mess a couple of months ago. Banu called out for Rashneesh and found him in his recliner, in the dark, with his earphones in. She thought, I wonder what is wrong? She really didn’t like the fact that he was so moody, but her dating pool here was pretty limited and Rashneesh was a very motivated Officer in the WSP Staff. She decided to let Rashneesh relax and she fixed his favorite meal and added a liberal amount of her sweet curry to the mix. Like most people in her culture she liked her food spicy, but the sweetness contrasted so well with the spiciness, that it had become one of Rashneesh’s favorites.

After dinner, Banu could tell that Rashnnesh was feeling a little better so she decided to try to lighten the mood a little more. "Rashneesh, how would you like to watch Awara, or Pakeezah." Rashneesh immediately smiled as he knew what that meant. He knew that if they watched either of those movies, Banu would transform into the sex dynamo that always astounded him. On the outside, she was so typically conservative, but after a little stimulation she was a complete animal in bed. After two hours of classic romantic Bollywood cinema, she just about raped him. She tore off his clothes and her own shortly thereafter. She pushed him down on the couch and mounted him like a barrel racer and started to ride him like she was trying to set a new record. He was glad that she was so energetic, but he knew that if she kept up her pace he would be the one setting a record and not the good kind.

An hour later they had burned out like two candles on the crest of a smoking volcano. Banu had collapsed upon Rashneesh’s chest and she was sound asleep. While she slept, Rashneesh thought about the day’s events. He was still irritated with the outcome, but his boss accepted his explanation. Maybe he would discuss it with Banu in the morning. He knew that she was his perfect match. They made a great team, and he thought that with her at his side, his path toward success was unlimited. He also knew that one day they would have children and with his drive and both of their smarts, the children would be extremely well-positioned to be successful.

Maxwell Richtensburg III      5’4            140lbs      Caucasian            35

Multiple Child Homicides (27)

Polar Biome

Two years earlier Max had a great life. He was the grandson of the man who had engineered the solution to the problem that had been with America since the middle of the twentieth century. His grandfather had designed the Wildlife Sanctuary Prison, WSP as it would come to be known. His grandfather had not actually engineered it, but merely conceived it as a grand idea. The family’s fortune had started with the cash prize awarded by congress and by the time Max was a teenager, the family was one of the wealthiest in America.

As Max sat in the ice structure three feet away from one of the most prolific serial killers in history, he marveled at how far his life had changed in two years. Where had it all gone wrong? he thought. He knew that he was not guilty of the things that they had convicted him of doing, but the evidence they had was very compelling. He knew that he had to get out of here to clear his name and that of his father, and grandfather. That was the problem with the legacy name he had. Of course it had its perks as well. He felt a chill go up his spine and pulled his parka more tightly around himself. He looked out through the hole in the shelter and saw a large seal poke its head up through the hole in the ice. Then it disappeared. A few minutes later, it reappeared and hoisted itself out of the water. After a few minutes another seal pulled itself out of the frigid water. It was immediately followed by a small pup. The largest seal was vigilantly scanning the white landscape for signs of danger. The smaller seal and the pup remained close to the hole in the ice. James Pope leaned close to Max and whispered, Are you ready? We go on three.

James Paul Pope       5’10            170lbs      Caucasian            53

Serial Murder (77)

Polar Biome

Max grabbed the shaft of his long bone harpoon and watched James count with his fingers. One…Two… Three. When the third finger came up they both exploded from the ice shelter and began to run toward the large male seal, the mother seal bolted for the hole in the ice followed immediately by the pup. This caused a delay before the male could make for the hole. The delay was the window that Max and James needed. They attacked with their long harpoons quickly and Max’s spear entered the large male seal just behind the shoulder and glanced off a rib, remaining in the blubber. James’ spear, on the other hand, entered just below and behind the jaw line, slicing neatly through the blubber and clipping a large artery in the seal’s neck. In an effort to protect his family, the seal charged at James and Max. He lunged at them, but before he reached them, he expired with a loud bellow.

Max and James butchered the seal and set aside two big pieces of blubber. They then headed back to the shelter that they shared. Max hated the shelter, because he knew that sooner or later James would try to kill him again. The next day, they set out to begin their attempt to leave their frozen hell. Thirteen years to the day before Max drifted off to what passed for sleep in a shelter with a convicted serial killer, two men had been loaded aboard a transport plane bound for the United States and ultimately the WSP.

The first prisoner loaded aboard the plane in Shanghai was Xiu Ping. The last to go aboard, in Tokyo, was a former Yakuza enforcer named Genji Yashihita.

Genji Yashihita       5’2            138lbs      Asian            38

Yakuza Enforcer (Hit man)

Tundra Biome

Genji Yashihita was a member of the Yakuza and had killed many people for his family. However when he assassinated the Trade Minister from China during a G20 Conference in Osaka, the Kumicho of the Yakaguchi-kai, to whom he had sworn allegiance quickly distanced himself from him. One of the first things that they had taught him in the monastery where he had been trained was that a useful assassin is one whose master is never identified. Genji was like a Samurai of old. He felt that his Oyabun must have a good reason for allowing him to be tried. He thought about seppuku, ritual suicide, but felt that his family would direct him to do that, if they were through with him. As long as I am in Japan, there is no dishonor in being in here with this scum, for I am Yakuza, he thought.

The day they put him on the plane, in a cage, he started to worry. When he learned that he was going to America, he felt relieved, until he heard stories of this WSP Prison. Now, Genji felt betrayed. He was now Ronin, a Samurai without a master.

Xiu Ping      5’1            130lbs      Asian            35

Assassination asset for the Chinese Government (Disavowed)

Tundra Biome

In another cage, at the back of the plane, in the Lotus position was Xiu Ping; A skilled assassin who had recently killed two central party figures and one Chinese Army General. No one knew why he had killed them, because Xiu wasn’t speaking. He had not spoken a word since his arrest. He thought he would be executed and worried about the loss of face to his beloved family, but then the government put him in this cage, on this plane. As he thought about his situation, he remembered a saying he had learned as a child. A tiger in a cage is still a tiger. If his captors didn’t realize this, they soon would. Xiu saw another man in a cage up front, who looked to be Japanese, and could tell by the hardness of his eyes that he too was a tiger.

In a cage beside his own, he saw a Korean man with multiple tattoos whose eyes were cold/dead and he knew that if this man had been a tiger, then the tiger was dead now. …All that remains is a whipped dog, Xiu thought, and a whipped dog will not survive in a world of tigers. Xiu was very astute in this observation. The man would not survive two days at WSP before his body joined his broken and dead spirit. Xiu knew that he and the man up front would be tigers until their deaths, and Xiu felt that was a long time from now. It was then that he remembered another saying from his childhood. If the village fears one tiger, then how can they survive against two? Xiu knew that his fortunes lay entangled with this other tiger and that together they could survive, but apart it would be quite difficult.

As the plane started its taxi and eventual flight to the WSP both Genji and Xiu assumed meditative states and fell back upon their training. Unbeknownst to the pair they both came from similar backgrounds and very similar training facilities. They had both been trained as children to become the creatures they were now. Both had been turned over to those who held power over their parents. They had been schooled in the arts and sciences of death. Their lives were parallel courses that would eventually bring them together.

Three years earlier in Kansas

Trevor Forté       6’3            260lbs      Caucasian            44

Confidence Man

Taiga Biome

At 44, Trevor Forte was a very rich man. In the exclusive gated community in which he lived, he was considered quiet, generous, and an all around upstanding member of the community. It even said so, on the Oak Creek Acres Man of the Year plaque that he had received last year. He had it all: the big house, the fancy cars, a beautiful wife, lots of friends, and a ton of money in the bank. Everything was perfect until his wife caught him in bed with her sister.

She had weighed many options before settling on the one that would hurt him the most. She had contemplated suicide, murder, divorce, and having an affair herself.

None of these really offered the type of revenge she thought he deserved. Finally she found the perfect revenge. With this course of action, she wouldn't open herself up to any tarnish. In fact she would be doing the right thing. Once the idea hit her, and she thought about it for nearly thirty seconds, she drove to a public phone and called the FBI and dropped a dime on her soon to be ex-husband.

Within 24 hours, Trevor's perfect life came apart like a melon hitting concrete after falling a thousand feet. He was soon in prison charged with numerous heists; some small, others huge. After another six months, he found himself convicted on all 54 counts. He was convicted mostly by the testimony of the state's expert witness. She provided them with dates and time stamped records showing that he had been in the vicinity of the crimes. She had also brought forth a few of the stolen items.

After a year of trying to survive in a regular prison, he thought, I'm ready for anything! He wasn't. On a day when he supposed to hear whether or not he would be granted a new trial, he not only found out that this would never happen, but that he had been reclassified and would soon be transported to a new prison.

Rachel Vilkenwicz      6’2            170lbs      Caucasian            29

Cat Burglar

Deciduous Forest Biome

Several thousand miles from Trevor's cell, Interpol finally had a person in custody for a series of perplexing thefts which they had been investigating for some time. Like most of the cases, this one had been solved by the perpetrator making an error rather than the police actually investigating it. The thefts had been an ongoing embarrassment for most of the police forces in Europe. The crimes had been especially aggravating for the investigating officers, due to the lack of any forensic evidence at over 30 crime scenes. There had been no witnesses, no recovered articles, in short nothing. However, even the greatest normal thinkers can't accurately think like a paranoid delusional.

That's how Inspector LaRoux finally got the bust. He finally had the scoundrel in custody, and it turned out to be a woman. He really looked like a fool to all the European press. Over and over, he had made statements that the thief had to be a man, due to the physically demanding entries that had been made at some of the sites.