ALEX!
And like that it was over. With those words of hope she was done worrying. That glorious one eye'd bastard!
She heard it on the radio in the Warden's office as she was trying to break into the contraband safe. Just in time to celebrate. There wasn't a lot to do in the Raft except make use of personal time with Pietro, hang out with prison ghosts and search for contraband in the abandoned cells. And by god she found a lot of it!
"Jackpot!"
Three packs of smokes, a stack of playboys, bag of weed and 8 bottles of various traveler size alcohol containers. She set her sights on the whiskey and the two shot glasses the Warden kept there for special occasions. When she stepped outside the office the prison was filled with excited murmurs of the news. Hope had been restored and it was time to celebrate. And she could think of no one who could use a drink more than Tony, but he'd have to wait his turn, there was someone who Wicked needed to properly thank;the person who'd been looking out for her since the beginning.
"Alex my boy," she said walking into his cell. "Today you are a man! Erm-demi god...demi-man...demi-MAN God."