Sometime before I met Michael October in a small cafe in the seaside community of Sumner, he had taken part in the hostage drama at Christchurch Men's Prison.
The planning was meticulous. It would require timing and confidence. There was so much that could go wrong. There were 89 men in the East Wing in the spring of 1997, many with violent histories, and how they might react when the tide of the jail turned was unknown. There was also the matter of making the explosives.
The operation began straight after meal parade, when the prisoners were about to be locked in their cells. One of the conspirators told the officer in charge that there was an urgent matter that needed addressing. In the upstairs office the prisoner produced a stick of gelignite connected to a remote detonation device.
The other guards were rounded up: five men and one woman in total. Their keys and radios were taken from them with threats of violence. The wing was now under the control of the inmates. The five hostage-takers told their captives they would be safe. But the guards knew they could not guarantee that. One of them described it as the most frightening experience of his life.
Each man had a job; Michael October held the keys and was charged with keeping order among the prisoners and specifically protecting the female guard. If the prisoners ran amok it was thought she would be vulnerable.