"I don't know. Worst places, he has terrible aim. Maybe you should have given him a go, odds are he'd not even have found your asshole." Hartley accepted that there was no getting rid of him, so he didn't try. Instead he moved into his cell, glancing up and down the hallway. He had a cell for himself, he had a lot of stashes. For now the only think he accessed was one tiny pocked inside his mattress and the tools he'd hidden there. He put them down on the mattress and knelt down by the bed, reaching for his ear.

"...you really don't have to watch this."