By Atlanta Stud
Note from Metal: This is a continuation of a story from a while back. To start at the beginning, click here
It was nearing the time they needed to pack up the Wrangler and head back to Eagle Grove when they returned to the cabin. Jacob was guided to a wooden chair as Seth fished out the transport set and swiftly locked the on the leg shackles. He saw a puzzled look on Jacob’s face.
“I’m getting you ready for transport, prisoner Hawkins. Stand up and turn around so I can remove the Peerless cuffs and lock on the transport cuffs. Excellent, you’re such a good prisoner.”
“Hang tight and I’ll grab the gear and load up the Jeep.”
“You know, if you un-cuff me, I can give you a hand, dude.”
“No can do, prisoner Hawkins. You’re an escape risk,” Seth said as he threw him a wink and a smile.
Making it back to Eagle Grove in good time, Seth pulled over on a quiet country road to remove the transport set before pulling into his driveway. “I almost hate to take these off you, Jacob. You almost look the part of a real prisoner. Just need that official uniform and prison cut and you’re all set. For now, we’ll have to make do with what we got.”
