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Popeye noticed at the same time I did. The showers across from us upstairs where the Mexicans were done showering, and something was going down. The trained eye could see it in their even more controlled expressions as they dried off. More businesslike and in concert with each other than usual. They were more determined, and on a mission of some sort. Both lifted one leg to put a boot on the steel bars enclosing the interior of the shower, while tattooed arms and hands hurried to tie laces tight, in unison.
Then the other foot lifted for the other boot. The Mexicans finished their task and I saw one of them lean down and pull a string that was coming out from under a cell ten feet away. He pulled until a brown lunch bag became visible and quickly slid inside the shower, between the bars. It didn’t look like a lunch was inside.
I heard Popeye scuffling around in his cell, then heard the drop of a couple of welding rods land a couple inches from the bottom of the cell and looked down for a second to see two ice pick shanks poking out under the door for me if necessary. I watched the Mexicans, they weren’t coming for me, I didn’t need them. I saw them slide back under as Popeye’s foot dragged them back. The Mexicans were heading for the stairs across from us. That meant they were headed to the Crip Gangster Blacks in the other showers. Time slowed down. I looked at the gun tower for a second and realized they still weren’t paying attention. Popeye said, “Here goes World War III” just as the action started.
The other Black Crip, T-Rock fired punches at the second Mexican attacker. The steel bars enclosing the shower were blocking any further action and the outraged T-Rock yanked the door open, yelled, and slipped in shower shoes. The second Mexican took advantage of his slip and used his left arm to hold the shower door open and with his right hand jabbed the steel into T-Rocks shoulder. T-Rock gathered himself with even more rage. The warrior took the ice pick poking as if it were only bee stings and fired so many punches that the Mexican backed out of the shower, but closed the door on the forward charging T-Rock. He made it through the narrow closing door but took the impact on his shoulder and head and was made even more furious. His anger alone separated him from the two attacking Mexicans. Incited by his partners rage, Danger came running out of the shower with his fractured arm hanging at an unnatural angle.