"H-how are you supposed to expose this snake pit? I mean...you and your crew won't be allowed to enter in the facility, thanks to McKenzie." Jude enquired anxiously as she didn't have any clue how Lana is going to snuck up with her crew inside the mental facility, thereafter exposing it in front of the entire the USA and the viewers as they look inside the dull walls of an institution, where the patients' number piles up abruptly. The majority of the poor, hapless inmates suffering as they starve, lacking of hygiene, getting ill and die naturally at last.

"We will find a way, of course, Jude." Lana stated proudly as she didn't fear the young priest though she needed time to arrange the perfect day for Briarcliff's exposion, a smug smirk forming on her sparkling, vanilla face. "What I need is time and my crew to set up the things so that to show to everybody not only what a horrid, undescribable nightmare is inside the facility, furthermore exposing this lunatic's real face." She furthered smartly.

"It's understood. Because he is a tough cookie and after exposing the abomination inside Briarcliff and proving McKenzie's cruelty towards his toyed victims, it will help us to win the case over him." Timothy said as a hand of his was on his thigh, his chocolate eyes darted to Lana's chocolate ones too.

"He's doubtlessly a tough cookie. But I want three of you including Frank himself to tell me more about this priest."

"Well, take it easy." The former nun mocked as she got from the sofa to go survey the house in the searching process for Frank as she recalled ideally where he was now. Upstairs. "I will be right back!" She yelled admonitorily as she rushed upstairs, climbing the stairs in ease, as a result she was pretty overwhelmed how a lady in her late forties is supposed to mount stairs with such swiftness, scarcely exhausting herself.

***

In the interim Frank was speaking to Ellie and Tristan as he sat on the edge of Tristan's bed and the twins sat on the bed as they divided a few inches proximity with the former security guard. He was telling them about his childhood with a complacent, amiable smile, curled up in the corner of his lips. Ellie and Tristan didn't utter a word as they listened attentively Frank.

He was beyond ecstatic to spend his leisure time with Jude and Timothy's children as he treated them as his nephews and loved them as uncle.

"And when I was at your age, I remember how when I was taught to ride a bike, I wasn't perfect at all." He commenced as he chuckled inwardly to himself as the twins giggled. "But when I fell from my bike shortly after getting use to ride a bike, instead of crying and braying, I just...giggled as I scraped my knee. It wasn't painful at all. It was such a great childhood memory that I won't forget." He continued with his auspicious monologue that warmed his heart every time whenever he tells anybody. Especially sharing his childhood experience with Howards altogether, besides Dorothea and Matt when they were younger.

The both infants' smiles lit up their fresh faces as their eyes glistened, incapable of speaking as they were too intrigued and elated by the middle aged man's speech, cherishing every spent moment with him.

Frank was recovering from his wounds yet. Mentally and physically. It has been more than a week since his rescue. Perhaps more. He didn't have any patience to return back at his home and behold his children soon. He planned to leave the Howards' mansion in the early November as he move in his house, living by himself, despite the misfortunate absent of his passed away wife and his grown children living somewhere else. Luckily, his residence was located somewhere in the Boston countryside, consequently requiring a handful of minutes away from Howards house.

All of a sudden, when the former security guard was about to tell another childhood's memory, the children's room door opened lightly as it was left ajar. Initially, the children and Frank flinched as their widened eyes darted to the ajar door as he scratched in easiness his head. In this time, Jude entered as she excused herself, calling Frank to come downstairs for a serious talk.

"I am sorry for interrupting your time with the kids, Frank. But Lana asked me to call you due to one discussion we started no longer than an hour." Jude said softly as her hands held the door, showing her head from the door.

"No problem, everything is fine, Jude." He got from the bed as the children's warmness, glee in their eyes faded down as they felt like neglected children. Their adorable, broad smiles vanished as they shaped forms on their pout, grimaced faces. In the meantime, Frank walked up to the door as he turned to glance Ellie and Tristan. "Don't worry, children! Your uncle just is being called to discuss something important. I will be right back soon. I promise." He exclaimed his last words as he exited the children's room.

Whilst the former security guard went downstairs, Jude moved up in the room, leaving the door slightly open, wandering up to their bed as she sat on the edge, fondling their smooth, tiny heads. Hence, she leant forward to kiss the top of their heads as these soft, loving kisses moltened the twins' hearts.

"Do not be upset, sweethearts! Uncle Frank has just serious discussion with your father and dear friend Lana. I will be with you right now." The former nun's fingers ran through their flossy, soft hairs. Her voice was rather serene, soothing the twins.

***

When the both men abided with Lana and Agnes in the living room as Jude was upstairs with the twins, Frank seated on the sofa as they had a grave discussion over Father McKenzie and Briarcliff.

The atmosphere was intense not only with its discussion seriousness, furthermore Frank should lift the weight off his shoulders, proving the mischievous young priest guilty. Lana pursed her lips after posing the question about the twenty-five years old priest, whose sinisterly iron fist that currently runs the mental institution, avering grotesque scenery of the recent conditions not only inside the gray, dull walls of Briarcliff.

"So Frank, could you tell me more about this" ambitious" priest?" Lana insisted as her inquisitiveness overleaped its borders. Her voice was cold-blooded, deadly douring.

"Father McKenzie has always treated me as an inferior being since the beginning. He does the same with the another nuns, sanitarians, patients and nurses. He enjoys and loves the sight of panicked, frantic and tormented harmless people. Just like us." He commenced with his detailed, complex explanation. Frank abided serious with deadpan facial expression, emotionless tone.

"He never respected anyone. He had sent me and other inmates, including former nuns and part of the institution's staff in solitary. Due to his effortless haughtiness and abhorrent demeanor." The former security guard carried on as Lana was more than morbidly flabbergasted to hear such lurid facts." Let's not forget on last place, he used the saved and donated money for his own needs and he's being involved in corruption since he started to run the mental facility." Frank's words saturated abysmal grotesque truth behind the juvneile man and his vicious plans.

Timothy was neutral during the personal conversation between Lana and Frank, discussing Father McKenzie. Lana nod her head every time whenever the older man finished with his utterance, pursing her lips as she didn't know what to do more, besides listening attentively. The former priest played nervously with his fingers, his chocolate eyes fixed on the young reporter.

"Is that all?" Ms. Winters asked sceptically as she thought he could go on.

"Yes and his full name is Alexander Stanley McKenzie. He's coming from Salem from aristocratic, fortune family with two centuries history. He's indisputably well-educated." Frank replied honestly as he knew about the recent monsignor's personal information.

"Psst, Frank?" Timothy whispered softly to him as his whisper rang in the slightly older man's ear, discontinue the mutual conversation between the journalist and the former security guard.

"Yes?" 

"Tell her from where you have this information."

"Oh, yes. Thank you for reminding me, Tim!"

"Well, I have this information about him as he introduced himself in front of all inmates and everybody else in Briarcliff when he stepped for first time."

To be continued...