Rage was stewing in Franklin throughout the next five months. Just at seeing Smith walk around, alive and well, while his father could not. Being unable to ever communicate with him unlike the situation where he could in some way that had a time delay between the message being received and sent between the planets. Never know his thoughts on the problem that landed him into the justice system. Smith recognized the look of silently-suffering-in-anguish clearly on the man's face so he quietly avoided him and managed to use the system to his advantage, such as being using the section of the cafeteria reserved for inmates who had been serving in that specific prison for longer than ten years. Franklin could only see the back of Smith's head. Eyepatch later told him, "You are being shunned." It only made Franklin angry at the robbed opportunities of ridicule.

Not excluding picking a different spot to do the laundry assignment then getting reassigned to the education department much to Franklin's surprise and sticking around a large group of people at the court yard covered in tattoos who were very intimidating in build. They were marine veterans who liked peace and quiet. They did not like being put into violence. All of them were serving for a crime that not many of the inmates were aware of. Not even Smith. Franklin leaned against his cell door with his arms folded then took on a sigh. How long could the old man keep this up? If he had to guess, then it could very well be the last years of his undeserved long life. The most he could do was send Smith letters, but writing it on paper and being read didn't give the same satisfaction as watching the expression change on his face.

"Hey, Franky, you got a message from family," Sergeant Mayfower said.

"What?" Franklin said.

"Take it," Mayfower handed the small envelope to him.

Franklin took the letter then glanced down toward the envelope and ripped it open.

"Ah . . ." Franklin looked at it puzzled. "huh?"

There was a small device that fell out of the note which read:

Put it on.

Franklin turned around returning into his cell then closed the door behind him. He sat down onto the bench. The device was small, gray, and rounded. It seemed one of those devices that could be used to commonly to connect ones mind into games. It had been a recent invention that had been rolling out over the years into the public. This one was even smaller compared to the most common connectors. He placed it on the side of his head then straightened up as his eyes glowed blue. He appeared in a office with a woman sitting at the front with a bobbed hair cut and large glasses that made her eyes stand out.

"Hello, Mr West, I am Amy," Amy said. "I am the head of Aeolian Incorp." she leaned forward cupping her hands together. "We like to use your service for a small matter."

"Why couldn't you approach me in person?" Franklin asked.

"We can't," Amy said. "Because the matter I want to discuss with you is something not anyone we have approached wanted to do."

"Who might this be?" Franklin asked.

"We have unfinished business with a certain former colonel," Amy said.

"I don't know any former colonels," Franklin said.

"He is the reason why your father is dead," Amy said.

"What do you want?" Franklin asked.

"We can take care of your ailing mother for the rest of her natural life in exchange that you send him to us," Amy said.

"I can't do that," Franklin said.

"You can," Amy said. "That device in your head is capable of morphing to the hand. It is in reality a transporter that works once. A single touch will send him to us into our custody. We have filed out the proper paperwork but the prison is stalling on the transfer throwing legal jargon our way."

"How much of her medical bills are you willing to pay?" Franklin said.

"Twenty-five thousand," Amy said.

"One million," Amy's eyebrows rose. "And more."

"Why?" Amy asked.

"You should know why since you know who I am," Franklin said. "She is facing the most debilitating, rare disease that is costing her everything everyday and her medical payments are running low by each passing hour. She won't have the money to pay for the life sustaining medicine that she needs until they find a cure which is projected to be in the next five years!" He stood up to his feet then placed his hands onto his hips pacing back and forth. He pinched his forehead lowering his head then came to a stop in front of her desk leaning forward with his hands on the surface. "I can't do this without assurance, if I fail or not, you will pay for the medical costs."

Amy grew a smile.

"That we can do, Mr West," Amy said. "It will be the best thing you done in your life."

"Whatever happens to him," Franklin sat down into the chair. "don't tie it to me."

"It won't," Amy said, then pressed a button. "Or if you like, you can do it yourself."

"That is not who I am," Franklin said, shaking his head.

Franklin returned to his body in the cell. He took off the device from his head and placed it into the palm of his hand where it submerged into his skin. There was a strange metal forming under his skin. There was a brief glint of gray that was displayed to his eyes. It was gone in the blink of a eye but he could still feel it spreading through his hand. He felt on the back of his hand. There was no metal spreading to the top of it. There was a quiet sting that erupted from his hand forcing the other hand back. He looked over toward the cell doors to his room closed his hand. Now, all he had to do was put that ridicule to use in his part in handing Smith off to a place that best suited him.