Send Me Pix (DivingDart)

Often when the prisoners were summoned from their cells they didn't ask questions. It was part of the mind-set they instilled in you. Cattle rather than people. But that lesson hadn't quite sunk in for Pix. He was as inquisitive as ever, reasoning to the guards that they'd all get to where they were going quicker if he knew what they wanted, and he'd find out in two minutes anyway, so to not answer was pointless. They conceded the point by remaining stubbornly silent.

He marched in front of the guardsmen, as they steered him around corners. He was dressed in prison orange. When he reached the upper staff area he was patted down for contraband and then led the rest of the way. At no point had the term 'discharge' been used. He was still in the trial stage of his stay, nevermind the appeals.

The escorting guards deposited him in the 'room' and left. Pix surveyed the scene over and knew it wasn't his usual fare. He looked suspiciously at Kyte, "The warden's gonna be upset if you sit in his chair. Trust me." There were people above a warden in the chain-of-command but as a rule those people rarely entered the establishments they ran. Let alone met with inmates.

Pix sat himself down, keen to guess what was happening, "Are you a Sir to me? I've not seen you on the staff, so I'd suppose not. And you can't be one of the prosecuting team. Brett & Adams don't hire lawyers as young as you. Not unless you're blonde and have a 'perky' personality at least." Not their best lawyers. But at the same time by far their best lawyers.

A horrible thought struck Pix, "Oh gosh. You're not a philanthropist are you?" Fat cats who got their jollies and self-worth from helping the underprivileged. Just death sentence him now.

Hugh had frowned more thoughtfully, "No reason. This is why I was good." So that was what was going on. Mal was delivering on his promise. Pix had been expecting this for a while, he just didn't know what form it would take. He'd hinted media manipulation but this was more a manipulation of government. He must have managed to put Wrath back in his place already. Was the Sin now a puppet? Hard to theorise. Friendship was dismissed out of hand. That Mal may consider someone equal enough to not punish them for ceasing power was unthinkable.

It could be hypothesised at length later. Pix turned his mind back to the matter at hand. Release was great, but he needed to make sure they did it right. He was, after all, his own lawyer, "I will need closure for each charge brought against me though. The correct status needs to be assigned to prevent a miscarriage of justice should ever this come up again. Now, you can throw these cases out of court, but that's just inviting them to be renewed at a later date. I need a verdict of innocent. Unequivocally and without chance of appeal from the prosecutors. Furthermore, I'm sure my partners would agree that such a verdict need be applied at both a federal and civil level just in case some cad wants to contest double indemnity by seeking duress through a different type of court." He hadn't spent two months in here for all the progress of the trial to be swept away. To his benefit or not.