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"Fuckin' COs. Y'all are pieces of shit." The shouting started up again, urging the woman to shoot him.

"Shoot that motherfucker!"

The shouting was clearly overwhelming Daya and she shot the ceiling, everyone immediately letting how a shout at the gunshot. "Ah, shit. I got hit with the casing. Am I bleeding?" Zirconia said, holding her eye. "You got a mark for sure," Ouija said, taking a closer look. Aaliyah raised a brow at Judy trying to hide behind her, quickly grabbing her arm and pushing her away.

"Could everybody just shut the fuck up so I can think?!" Daya exclaimed.

"Less think. More shoot!" Brandy urges. "You better shut your mouth before she pops that ballon head of yours." Maria retorts, making Brandy quickly shut up.

"Yo, if she shoot this guy, we gonna get guard brains all over us." Cindy realizes. "Ew. No, these are my good pants." Alison cringed. "That's what I'm sayin'." Aaliyah rolls her eyes, looking down at Daya's aim towards Humps. "I had frogs when I was a kid. We lived by a creed. We used to scoop them into buckets-" Humps began, attempting to find sympathy. "I don't wanna hear your fuckin' story! Shut the fuck up!" Daya shouted.

He began to continue, only in Spanish. "See, he doing that thing, trying to make her see he a person and shit. You know, I see that shit on Oprah back in the day." Taystee says. "Oh yeah, I watched that episode with my dad," Aaliyah added. Suddenly the gun went on, Daya had shot him in the leg, almost hitting him in the dick...or maybe she did? Who really knew? "I don't fuckin' speak Spanish!" She said.

Judy pushed pass Aaliyah, getting out of there. Aaliyah grimaces at the amount of blood. "I think I'm gonna be sick. I can't do blood mate." Cindy and Alison both look at her in confusion. "You bit off your girlfriend's finger and you gettin' queasy over blood?" Cindy points out. "I wasn't thinking at the time, okay, I was high! And technically, I spit it right back out and threw up in a cactus plant!" Janae chuckled, hearing the story many times. It got funnier each time.

Aaliyah looked back down hearing Stratman's voice coming from Humps radio. "I need medical attention," Humps says, holding his hands over his wound. "You need to shut your mouth!" Maritza walked over, kicking him in the back. "I say finish him off. Dead men can't point fingers," Sankey said. "We should torture him first since he gets a kick out of doing that to us," Taylor adds, kicking Humps with Martiza, Sankey doing the same.

"This feels good."

"Right?" Maritza agrees.

"If you kill him, you probably gonna have to kill her, too." Cindy says, pointing to McCullough who was on her the floor in front of Janae and Aaliyah. "No, no, no. Please. I don't know anything. I didn't see anything." McCullough raises her hands in surrender. "Nah, man. They don't seem to care about our lives," Janae leaned down next McCullough, "so why gotta give a shit if they live or die?"

Aaliyah smirked at the way Janae's voice went deeper, scaring McCullough even more. "I do. I do. I care so much." Aaliyah scoffs, slapping the woman in the back of her head. "Shut the fuck up. You sound pathetic." Janae smirked, wrapping an arm around Liyah's waist firmly.

"Should I finish him off, or you two gonna kick him to death?" Taylor, Sankey and Maritza kick him even more. Daya waves the gun around, clearly having no clue what the fuck she was doing. It was probably her first time holding a damn gun. "She don't know what the fuck she's doing." Alison says, moving away from Daya's shitty aiming. "I got blood on my cuff. Great." Cindy complains.

Taystee clicks her tongue, not in the mood for this no more. "Let's go. We got business."

"Time for some justice."

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Taystee led them to the office, overhearing the PR guy making a comment about the way things were ran. "Oh, you got a problem with how I do shit, pretty boy?" Aaliyah walked in, standing beside her, Janae and Cindy behind the two and Alison behind them. "Taystee? What are you doing?" Mr. Caputo questions her, confused about this sudden confrontation.

"I'm telling the real story, cause you sure the hell didn't. Where the fuck the cameras go?" Taystee looks into Mr. Caputo's office, seeing everyone was gone. "They left to go home, which is what I'm gonna do. So, excuse me." The PR dude said, walking forward. Aaliyah moved to the side, letting Cindy take care of this.

"Oh, oh, wait. Excuse you? I don't think so. Hey, you ever been whacked in the head full force with a chair leg?" She held the broken chair leg in front of him. "Yeah, see, and this screw right here looks pretty rusty. I think you gonna need a shot for tetanus if you live." Aaliyah chuckles lowly, glancing at Mr. Caputo to make sure he didn't try nothing.

The PR guy suddenly hits it out of Cindy's hand, going to push pass her. "Oh, hell no." Cindy knees him in the private part, picking up the broken chair leg and pointing it at him. "Stay the fuck down, Captain America, or you ain't never makin' babies!"

"Jesus Christ! Are you insane?" Mr. Caputo exclaims. Taystee turns to him angrily. "No, she's angry. We're all angry. You done our girl wrong, Mr. Caputo, and you gon' fix it." Aaliyah nods, Mr. Caputo glances at the girls and back to T. "Taystee...this is a very delicate situ-" Taystee punched him in the face, making him fall back into the chair. Even Taystee was surprised by her actions. Aaliyah pursed her lips, impressed with it.

"You gon' make this right." Taystee rubbed her knuckles.

"Get the fuck up!" Aaliyah grabbed Mr. Caputo by his ear, pulling him into his office as Cindy and Janae grabbed the PR guy. "Aaliyah, listen, your father wouldn't want this for you. Your risking a life sentence here!" He said, being forced to sit in the chair. Aaliyah slammed her hand down on the desk, silencing him. "Don't you ever speak on my father again! You don't know me! You don't know shit! If getting a life sentence means getting justice for P, then so fucking be it."

Janae rubbed her arms, Aaliyah took a breath, calming herself down. "Damn, Aaliyah." Cindy pursed her lips, impressed with the girl. "Okay. You, white boy, you got a phone, laptop, what?" Aaliyah says, pointing to the PR dude. "Uh, my name is Josh," he corrects. Aaliyah scrunched her brows, "So? Did I fucking ask?" He gulped nervously. "I have a tablet."

"Thank you. See? Was it that hard, smart-ass?" Aaliyah leaned down, taking the tablet from him. She leaned against Mr. Caputo's desk. "Okay. Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna write a statement, and make this motherfucker read it on camera, post it to the internet. Let it get spread out to the press." Aaliyah states. "Any objections?" She looked around, everyone seeming to agree.

"Good." Aaliyah tossed the tablet to Taystee. She grabbed a pen and some paper, handing it to Alison. "This is where you come in, sweets." Alison nods having no problem with that. Taystee waked over to Alison, helping her with it as she knew more about Poussey than Alison did.

Aaliyah sat down next to Janae on the long desk against the wall, seeing Janae looking at Josh. She leaned close to Liyah's ear, "I want his blazer." Aaliyah snickers, hopping down from the long desk. She leaned down in front of Josh. "Give me your blazer, mate." Josh looked at her oddly, "Uh, I can't do that. This...this suit was a lot of money."

Aaliyah scoffs, pulling out the taser from the back of her pants. She turned it on, inches away from him. "See, I don't think you're listening to me. My girl wants that blazer, and if she wants it, she's going to get it. So hand it the fuck over or I'll take it off your corpse." Janae smirked, watching as Josh slowly pulled it off, handing it to Aaliyah. "Now was that so hard?"

Aaliyah stood up, tossing the purple blazer to Janae. "There you go love." Janae smiled, pulling off her gray sweater and tossing it to Liyah before pulling the blazer on. "It looks way better on you. Purple is definitely your color." Aaliyah compliments, pulling on Janae's gray sweater and tucking her hands in the pockets. Janae chuckles softly, pecking Aaliyah on the lips.

Cindy goes over and takes one of the coffees, "Is this decaf?" She asks Josh. He shook his head, she hums, taking a sip of it.

"By the way mate, you must've got ripped off. That suit isn't worth that much. I would know, my dad has a closet full of suits." Aaliyah says, feeling the fabric of it. Janae agreed, it did feel cheap. Josh looked down, "It's the only one I could afford," he mumbles, seemingly ashamed. Aaliyah and Janae share looks before laughing loudly. "You're such a knob, it's kinda amusing," Aaliyah said.

"Aye, what's a knob?" Cindy questions.

"A penis." Aaliyah shrugs. Cindy chuckles, shaking her head.

"Liyah, come here." Taystee calls over. Aaliyah hopped off the desk, walking over. "This is good, right?" Aaliyah read the paper slowly, nodding, "It's perfect. You ready?" Taystee and Alison nod. Aaliyah picks up the tablet and walks over to Josh. "Open it and put the camera on." Josh took the tablet, unlocking it and doing as told. He handed it back to her.

"Okay, T, get on the couch for more height, Alison hold up the paper." Aaliyah handed Taystee the tablet as she stood on the couch. Cindy and Aaliyah standing next to Mr. Caputo to make sure he said what was written. "Okay, we're ready." Taystee says as Mr. Caputo clears his throat.

"He looks shiny," Janae adds.

Taystee clicks her tongue, "Man, this ain't a beauty pageant. Go. Read."

Aaliyah nudges him as Cindy leans down. "You best be gettin' to work."

"Her name was Poussey Washington. She was kind and loyal, smart..and our best librarian. She didn't deserve to be in here...and she definitely didn't deserve to die in here." Aaliyah wiped her tears as Mr. Caputo took a pause. "She.." he stops, Liyah nudging him to continue. "I can't say that." Taystee rolls her eyes, stepping off the couch and turning the camera to her. "She was murdered. CO Bayley murdered her. And we want justice."

Taystee leaned against the desk, trying to get out of the camera but the tablet locked again. "Shit. Man, it locked again. How do you unlock it?" Taystee asks. Janae signaled him, Josh remained silent, causing Janae to put her foot over his tied arms. "Okay! All right. All right. Uh. The number six, lowercase "p," capital "K," lowercase "a," "b," s." Josh answered. "Six pack abs? Ooh, I wanna see those." Cindy smirks.

Aaliyah rolled her eyes, sitting back on the desk Janae was at. "All right, so...how do I post it? Man, where do I post it?" Taystee questions I'm frustration.

"I got an old MySpace account. Still might work." Janae inputs. Aaliyah's eyes widened, "No!" They all look at her from the sudden outburst. "Sorry. Uh, MySpace isn't that popular anymore. It lost tons of money." Aaliyah said awkwardly, pulling her knees to her chest. Janae looks at her oddly before shrugging it off.

"Snapchat. I hear it's all about Snapchat now," Alison adds. Josh scoffs, Taystee looks up at that. "What? Why'd you make that snort noise?" Josh looks at them like it was obvious. "Snapchat is a closed system, and it only lasts a limited time. But if you tweet with a hashtag and a link, it goes to Facebook, Instagram, etcetera. Really increases your chance of going viral. You're gonna want a quick, catchy clickbait. All right, something to really grab the liberal market. That's who you want to appeal to."

Aaliyah hums at the information whilst Caputo didn't seem very pleased. "Why are you helping them?"

"Because their message still exonerates MCC, so what the hell do I care? Bad apple guard. Sympathetic victim. Justice will be served. That's what I've been trying to convey since the beginning." Josh responds. Maybe if Mr. Caputo just did as told, the riot probably wouldn't even be happening right now. "He was a kid who was under-trained, in over his head, who made a grave and terrible mistake." Mr. Caputo defends.

"See, that's not good for MCC."

Aaliyah slammed her hand on the desk again, causing the men to jump at the suddenness. "Shut the fuck up!" She pointed at Caputo. "You're the one who allowed an under-trained guard in your prison, and he killed an innocent woman, so this is your fault!" Janae put an arm around her as she took a breath. "Sorry. Bad temper," she mumbles, crossing her arms.

"He was a kid who killed my friend. My friend, who was a person," Taystee stands up, "and you didn't say her name or nothing about her." She drops the tablet on his desk, angrily glaring at Caputo. "I know. I know, and that was wrong, but I was trying to prevent one tragedy from becoming two." Aaliyah rolls her eyes, "And look where that's gotten you."

"Taystee, what's your endgame here? How long do you think you can keep us? They're gonna notice you're missing during count. They're gonna come looking for you." They all snicker at his obliviousness. "Count. That's funny." Cindy laughs, leaning down next to him, "There ain't no count. We in charge now." Cindy gestures to them all with a grin. Aaliyah and Janae humming in confirmation.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, shit. He don't know. Why you think the alarm was going off, and the lights and everything?" Cindy gestures. Aaliyah chuckles, "Bloody hell, are you really that oblivious, or just stupid?"

"Riot." Janae answers. "You men underestimate us women," Aaliyah comments with a mock pout. "Okay, upload this on the Twitter." Taystee tosses the tablet on Josh's tied up arms. "You need an account." He states. "Do it on yours!" Taystee retorts. He signs, doing as told.

"How long do you think this riot of yours can last?" Caputo questions. "As long as it takes." Alison answers. "For what to happen, exactly?" Taystee rolls her eyes, clasping her hands together. "I don't know, for Bayley to get arrested. For the guards to get fired." They all hum in agreement. Taystee turning around to look at Caputo. "For the food to get better. For classes and better jobs, and maybe, like, basic dignity." Janae hums again patting Liyah's thigh rather than her own.

"We should write this shit down." Taystee hands Alison a notebook, Josh mumbling how it wasn't good for MCC. "Barring the arrest...I hope you get everything you want. I've never been able to make a difference here. Maybe you'll have better luck." Caputo sighs. Aaliyah pursed her lips, "Maybe so." Caputo adds on, "But if you know anything about the history of riots, you know they don't end well. They never end well."

Janae seems to disagree, standing up. "Uh-uh. We, we're gonna get it done." Cindy points at her with a smile. "I hope you do," Caputo says.

"Uh, I really have to pee." Josh speaks up. Janae looking at him in disgust. "Oh, I can help you with that. See, just come up with a catchy tweet, get our video out, I give you my cup here," Cindy raises the empty coffee cup. "You know, this was delicious, by the way. You know, a hint of cinnamon, vanilla bean. Delightful!" Cindy sets the cup down, going over to the other one. "Hey. Uh, anyone mind if I drink this one, too?"

Alison points at Cindy with her pen, "You've had enough caffeine."

"All right. Go to my bag, get my hotspot. I'll upload for you." Josh agrees. Janae claps her hands, hitting the table with a smile. "Now, would somebody please untie my hands so that I can type and hold my own dick?" Aaliyah's grimaces. Cindy clicks her tongue, waving him off. "Oh, come on. You no fun."

Aaliyah gets up, grabbing his bag and tossing it on the floor infront of him. She grabs the shiv in her waistband and cuts the tape. "Okay, you finish uploading. I'll take you to the bathroom, and if you try any funny stuff, I'm gonna tase your dick. Alright lad?" He gulps, nodding slowly before grabbing the hotspot and connecting it.

"I love when Aaliyah gets all murdery," Cindy snickers.

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a/n: first chapter of season five complete yay!

janae will find out abt myspace very soon 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ PRAY FOR AALIYAH 🙏

I love when liyah randomly outbursts 😭 and janae just accepts it like it's normal

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