When prisoners check into Washington, D.C.'s maximum security 'sugar cube, ' it's for keeps. Here, and in sugar cubes across the country, lie suspended not just the world's most dangerous criminals but also scores of so-called 'center inmates'--secret, troublesome activists whose only offense was to
The Prisoner
β Scribed by Carlos J. Cortes
- Publisher
- Spectra;Ballantine Books
- Year
- 2009
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 254 KB
- Category
- Fiction
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β¦ Synopsis
2049. Earth's prisons are shut down and all inmates placed in massive hibernation tanks. In the ten years since then, no one has broken outuntil now.**
**When prisoners check into Washington D.C.'s maximum security "sugar cube," they don't check out. Here lie suspended not just the planet's most dangerous criminals, but also half a million so-called "center inmates"troublesome activists whose only offense is to challenge those in power.
Laurel Cole was one of those inmatesand now she's on the run. After pulling off a meticulously executed escape plan, she and her team must elude the police by descending into the tunnels that run like poisoned veins beneath the city. Pursued by a ruthless mercenary who knows these sewers better than anyone, Laurel seeks help from a group of renegades who live huddled in the fetid darkness. But if she ever hopes to see daylight againand expose the government's liesshe'll have to go even deeper. . . and the clock is ticking.
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Library : Science Fiction
Formats : EPUB
ISBN : 9780553591637
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