A year and seven months. That’s how long it had been since the brothers had been on the outside. As each day passed, they plotted how they would escape and get back into what they were good at. And back at what they knew was right. Each day was just more fights and more pent up aggression getting out. The prisoners weren’t happy with the Saints being there, seeing as they were killing off the very people that would be placed in this prison. They couldn’t stay another day without getting into another fight, or having to defend themselves from a random attack during the night. Connor MacManus sat outside, staring off into the distance as the other inmates did what they usually did when they were given time to go outside. Hoag Maximum Security Prison was proving to be just that, maximum security. Everywhere he looked, there was a guard with a gun. It was going to be a tough break, but he knew that they needed to get out of there. It was either break out, or continue to get into fights until they met there match. Most of the time, they would be saved by a prison guard when they thought the Saints had enough. Some of them appreciated what they did, others thought they needed to just be regular citizens. Running a hand through his hair, Connor sighed as he straightened up, looking around the yard at the different groups of inmates. He knew that at any moment one of the groups might decide to come and talk shit, and as a true Irishman, Connor wouldn’t back down from a little scuffle. Running his fingers down the tattoo on his left hand, Connor finally stood up. The fact of being confined in the prison was making Connor uneasy, he usually just walked around the yard, unable to sit for a long period of time. He missed the days before they were incarcerated. When they went on missions to take out the filth of the town. He liked what Murphy and he were doing, taking out the trash and filth so that the city could be at peace. He didn’t understand why the police were coming at them so badly, they were simply doing the job that the cops couldn’t do themselves. Connor saw it as helping out the police, seeing as the city was crawling with scum. Sighing heavily, Connor stretched as he started to walk around the yard, watching the prisoners that were playing a game of basketball. His eyes narrowed on some of them, knowing that they only way to get into this prison was that you did something quite awful. Most of these men killed innocent citizens, and that’s why Connor was so uneasy. He couldn’t be confined in such a place with this filth moving around him.