*next morning*
Derek rolled over, rubbing his face and blinking. He hauled himself out of bed and got in line for breakfast. The gangsta guy who had threatened him before cut in front of him. Derek grabbed him by the collar and hurled him to the ground. The guy stood up slowly and got in the back of the line.
All 3 were sitting in a room with a single table, it was small, damp, and a single light shone on them. The police guard stared at them intensely " you fvckers think this is funny!, huh!?, Well its not your stupid actions are going to cost you!, every morning for the rest of the days you have here you will wake up at four in the morning and clean all the bathrooms and you will help serve food during lunch, maybe that wil keep you out of trouble!, and make sure that if you keep causing trouble, you will spend the rest of yours lives with me got it!, now get out of my sight!"