The faction leaders stood opposite them in a semi-circle as the six of them examined a map of the prison’s interior. Morrow had pulled it from the guard station, and now he ran his fingers over it. Elsewhere, inmates prowled the unit, tossing toilet paper and magazines they weren’t supposed to own on the pile of debris that dominated the unit’s floor. The guards sat close by, watching.“Okay,” Morrow said, indicating their location on the map. “We’ve got free reign of Unit B, which we’re in right now, and A and C, which are adjacent to us. That’s a pretty good chunk of space.”“Yeah,” Diggs said. “We own this bitch.”Ribisi shook his head. “We don’t own shit. We’re already on borrowed time.”“What the fuck you talkin’ about?”“It’s simple,” Marquez said. “Timms is gonna want control back, and with everything else that’s been going on, he might not wait around to talk it all out. He’s gonna want to prove he’s got cajones.”“We got the numbers.”“And they’ll have the guns.
