Utterly Mad

Burns sighed as he and the others sat together at lunch again. Since they had gotten in they had been going through the same routine, day in day out. The guards had stopped harrassing them, and they had beaten the shit out of most of the prisoners that had tried to fight them. Burns just hoped their 'friend' could get them out.
--meanwhile, elsewhere--
"Listen, you want someone who can do this job, I know someone who can do it. The problem is that my man is in prison. But that is where your friends come in." The man said, leaning against a wall.
The other man was standing, facing a window that overlooked the city. "How qualified is he?"
"He's killed over seventy men, maimed and injured well over a hundred more, and is trained in all manner of guns. He's also trained in hand to hand combat as well, so he would be able to defend your man while he set up the explosives." The first man said.
"I'll see what I can do, but no garuntees."
"That's all I ask. If you can't get him out I'll see what I can do concerning your job."
--The prison--
Burns stood up with his friends and they put away their trays. Afterwards they started for the exercise yard.
((Alright, got back to this, sorry for the short length though.))