
You think you’ve found a weakness in my fence line. Let me explain what you’re actually dealing with.
Our perimeter is two 14-foot fences topped with rolls of gleaming, triple-bladed razor wire—a design personally twisted and perfected by my razorwire specialist, Sergeant B. One roll on the top. Two flanking the sides. Eight rolls stacked down each fence line, forming a pyramid of steel blades from the ground all the way up.
Imagine the entire perimeter as the open jaws of a giant great white shark, each roll of wire a row of steel teeth.








