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Friday, February 22, 2019

At Light's Edge - Chapter 30: A Weekend to Remember


Thirty
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A Weekend to Remember

Current Svalbard Super Y-MAX Perimeter Temperature: 4 Celsius / 39 Fahrenheit


Warden Sundar Khan approached Renie and Cornell as they cleaned the prison’s kitchen area and addressed them, “Final Hope is a project--”
Overly excited Renie blurted out, “I know about that… oops, sorry for interrupting, Warden.”
“As I was saying,” Warden Khan continued, “Final Hope is a project designed to be a crime deterrent for youthful offenders back in the USA. We will be testing a similar pilot program here beginning this coming weekend at 8 a.m. if you two would like to be part of this endeavor….”
“Yes,” Renie replied without hesitation.
“Sounds good,” Cornell agreed.
“This version will be a little different than back in the states, the youths brought in will spend an entire week here, actually nine days total. The sessions will be on both Saturdays and Sundays before and after the week in between. Two staff members, not including the dog handlers with the dogs, you two, a couple of the teens incarcerated here, and some family or guardians of the teens coming in will participate.”
“Sounds exciting,” commented Renie.
“We also have an investigative journalist coming who plans to write an article about the project. I’m sure you two have heard of Poppy Fields from Berkeley? She is with the Bay Area Daily Enterprise News and their TV-54 news broadcast network.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Renie replied, “I’ve heard about her.”
Cornell, however, had not, “Sorry, I ain’t heard of her, ma’am.”
“She’s the reporter that broke that case on that political serial killer guy way back when,” Renie whispered to Cornell. “She specializes in serial killer stuff.”
“Sorry, I was probably preoccupied with somethin’ the opposite of a good choice at the time.”
Warden Khan continued, “Miss Fields may or may not be accompanied by one or more individuals, she desires a non-reporter’s public perspective on our deterrent program for the piece she will be writing.”
“The more the merrier, I guess,” commented Renie.
“Just so you two are aware,” the warden added, “only Miss Fields will participate verbally during the sessions. Her guest or guests will be only observing, so please do not address them during the group discussion periods. After the sessions are completed and you are away from the incoming teens and the teens from this prison, conversing with them is fine. I feel it is essential to a rehabilitative program’s participants to have and maintain contact with the outside world. People need hope and friends once they are released from custodial care.”
For the rest of the week Renie flew emotionally higher than a narkoman just out of a dime sentence in prison. Cornell, however, chilled out and remained his usual self. Saturday morning’s television broadcast from the Cyrene Youth Center started the two youths’ day off with more kick than a blast from a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun; Clifford James’ message centered on the type of individuals chosen as friends.
“Remember,” Clifford had stated, “hangin’ with people doin’ drugs and other crimes opens the door for you to stumble. Choose who you keep close to yourselves and always have in the back of your mind Proverbs 13:20, ‘He that walketh with wise men shall be wise: but a companion of fools shall be destroyed.’ See you all next week."
“That’s the type of stuff we need be talkin’ ‘bout with these teens comin’ for Final Hope today,” Clifford addressed Renie as the two compared 
their notes from the Cyrene broadcast.
“This message today was fortuitous,” Renie replied.
“Fortu… what?”
“Fortuitous. It means bein’ lucky just at the right time, like finding—"
“I don’t think no luck was in it,” Cornell responded sternly, “I think God gave us a poke, if ya know what I’m sayin’”
“Yes, yes, I agree. It was just a saying.”
“Oh, ok.”
The boys ate breakfast while watching the clock tick by slowly waiting for 8 a.m. to draw near.
“All those folks we be seein’ today came in last night, I think,” Cornell speculated. “They musta stayed down in K-1 or K-2.”
“Probably,” Renie replied. “I bet in both wings, criminals in one and all the other folks in the other.”
“Now I be getting’ excited, you been rubbin’ off on me, buddy.”
“That’s good.”
They both laughed.
“I really want to be like the folks from Cyrene to these teens comin’ in for Final Hope,” Renie commented. “I want to help them bear their cross just like Simon of Cyrene did for Jesus.”
“Just like Cyrene Ministries does for us,” Cornell agreed.
The boys’ intercom buzzed and a message invited them to meet some of the sponsors and guests attending the Final Hope sessions inside the staff lounge. Renie and Cornell swiftly replied that they were on their way.
Every eye focused on Renie and Cornell as the two hastily entered the staff lounge. Both honor inmate workers felt like piranhas in a fishbowl.
“These are our two workers I have been telling you all about,” Warden Khan announced.
“Hello everyone,” greeted Renie as Cornell waved his hand to the group.
A petite redhead and an Asian woman approached the boys. The redhead greeted the two, “So, you are the infamous Renwick Stone and Cornell 
Purdue. My name is Poppy Fields and this is my coworker and dear friend, Akiko Takahashi. We’re here to do a news piece on your program. Glad to meet you both.”
“The pleasure be ours,” Cornell responded with his deep as the sea voice.
Miss Takahashi stared at the muscles of the young man standing before her and said, “I bet you could help a lady open a lot of tight-lidded jars with those strong hands.”
Poppy could see the boys’ bewilderment at Akiko’s remark and said, “Don’t mind my friend, she just likes to make people feel nervous.”
“Especially such handsome, strong young men as these two are,” Akiko smiled, reaching out her hand for the customary official handshake.
Renie questioned the reporter, “You’re not related to an inmate here, are you?”
“You mean Tetsuya Takahashi, no, not at all. Takahashi is a name like Smith is back in the USA… we’re a dime a dozen.”
A group of six youths, three males, and three females, sat around a table on the far side of the room. Renie surmised that these were the teens sentenced to participate in Final Hope in lieu of confinement in an institution.
“That’s them,” Poppy commented, “and that’s their prospective sponsors to their left.
“I have your lists,” Miss Takahashi informed the two. “The warden asked me to give them to you both."
Renie and Cornell read the names from the guest list…

Teens and Sponsors: 

Antonella from Chiclayo, Peru
– Sponsor: Miss Maria Cruz
Letitia from North Richmond, California
– Sponsor: Mr. Graham Zelany
Mae Khao from Chiang Mai, Thailand
– Sponsor: Miss Jenny Cho
Stanley from Melbourne, Australia
– Sponsor: Mr. Philip Thomas
Kopano from Port Elizabeth, South Africa
– Sponsor: Miss Mandisa Jabavu
Baojia from Xian, China
– Sponsor: Mr. Chad Chin

Reporters:

Poppy Fields, Akiko Takahashi

Super Y-MAX Staff:

Sundar Khan
– Warden
Vladimir Volchesky
– Correctional Officer
Godfrey Laroux
– Maintenance Supervisor
Thelma Krims
– Correctional Officer

Super Y-MAX Inmates:

Lester Pinman
Kpojito M'Bandi
Ingeborg Eiebu
Laurent Thibault
Super Y-MAX Inmate Workers:

Renwick Stone
Cornell Purdue

“I’ve read the backgrounds and criminal histories of Pinman, M'Bandi, Eiebu and Thibault,” Poppy said softly, “These teens could scare the bejeebers out of the bogeyman.”
Cornell responded, “I hear ya, Miss Fields, I hear ya.”

Next Chapter: Penalty of Death

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