A group of university students try their hand at armed robbery. It goes badly.I used to have a family. I used to have friends.I used to have a girlfriend. I used to have a future.I used to attend a reasonably well-regarded university. I was once on course for an upper-second class honours degree, then - with a little help from my father, or one of his friends - a half-decent entry-level graduate position at a London IT company. With a little effort I’d have found myself on £35k a year by the time I reached my mid-to-late twenties. Thirty-five grand is nothing to sniff at. That’s a second-hand Audi kind of a salary.I used to have freedom, in the strictly legal sense of the word.I don’t have any of those things any more. I traded them for the chance to try my hand at armed robbery. It sounds like kind of a stupid idea, now that I see it written down; especially when one considers that the place I pulled my heist on was a Marks & Spencer mini-market. Perhaps I should’ve written it down before I went through with it.Why did I do it? I don’t really know, to be honest. I’ve always suspected that Hollywood might be partly to blame. Maybe I’m just easily led. Or maybe, just maybe, it was all about a girl.

A government inspector is given a tour of a top-secret rehabilitation centre for violent criminals. The centre utilizes a radical new technique for treating prisoners, which makes extravagant claims of success, but uses brutal methods in order to achieve them. He soon discovers that everything in the facility is not as it seems, and its staff might be hiding a dark secret...A government inspector, Mr Carrington, is given a tour of a top-secret rehabilitation centre for violent criminals. The centre utilizes a radical new technique for treating prisoners, which makes extravagant claims of success, but uses brutal methods in order to achieve them. During the tour, Carrington discovers that everything in the facility is not as it seems, and its staff might be hiding a dark secret...