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come with her. He should have been at home playing Xeno Troopers.  
    She struggled to get back to her feet. She couldn't just let him die like this. She ignored the pain in her side, and the feeling of warmth spreading from the wound, her blood soaking through her dress. She managed to get to her knees.
    They had stopped shooting at her. Why?
    She reached up, planting a hand on the table and willing herself up. Her vision was getting cloudy, and everything was starting to spin.  
    "Michael," she said weakly, the confusion making it hard to grasp the situation.
    The soldiers. They were on the ground. All of them. Four new soldiers were standing near the blown out window, still attached to their rappel wires. They were wearing similar armor, all of it black and unmarked. Their weapons raised to point at her.
    The lead soldier put his hand out, and the weapons lowered. The emergency stairwell doors swung open, and people began flowing in - more soldiers and medics.  
    Someone took her by the arm. A woman.  
    "Someone get a kit and a stretcher over here, stat," the woman shouted. "It's going to be okay, Major."
    "Who?" Katherine said, barely able to speak.
    "Stay calm. You've lost a lot of blood. We'll get you fixed up."
    "How?" she said, to confused for anything else. The world was getting hazy around her.
    "Launch the Goliath," the woman said. "Find Mitchell."
    "What?" She put her hand to her head, finding a slick of blood. She hadn't noticed the bullet that hit her there. "I don't understand."
    "It's okay, Major. Find Mitchell."
    "Who?"
    Everything was getting dark, and nothing was making sense.  
    "Mitchell," the woman said again.  
    Then everything disappeared.

6

    Reggie stared at the ceiling. He was in bed, under the blankets, trying to fall asleep. It had always been elusive. It had always been difficult. There were so many nights when he had given up completely, throwing his sheets onto the floor and rising nearly naked in the cool air, standing in the center of the room and staring at the wall.
    Why?
    He didn't know.  
    He knew his name wasn't Reggie. Beyond that?  
    He was in a hospital. A mental hospital. He had been there for a long time. He was sure he was supposed to be there because he was certain he was crazy. How else could he explain why he spent so much time staring at nothing? How else could he understand why the last twenty years of his life had been spent in a haze of distorted emptiness, where the only thing that seemed real were the nightmares?  
    Was he unable to sleep because he was afraid of them? Did he stare at nothing because he didn't want to face the truth of his existence?  
    He had spent twenty years asking himself the same questions. Twenty years trying to grasp at who and why he was. So many wasted days. So many sleepless nights. What good had any of it done him? He was nobody, and he had nothing.
    His eyes fixed on the plain white paint, tracing it with precision, searching for the chips and cracks he knew were there. He had spent so much time staring at this wall that he knew every inch of it, every flaw. In many ways, it reminded him of himself. A blank canvas, but one with cracks that couldn't be covered over.  
    Did he stare because he saw his reflection there?
    He blinked. Once. Twice. The third time, he held his eyes closed tight before releasing them, opening them like he was firing a gun. He caught sight of something in his vision, and he tried to catch up to it. A dark trailing edge to whatever it was he had forgotten. As soon as he got close enough, it danced away.
    He glanced down at his arms. The skin was rough and puckered in spots, the remaining scars from a number of grafts and stem cell treatments. He could still remember what they had looked like in the beginning, the burns sinking so deep they had at one point considered amputation. The twenty-third century, and they were ready to treat him as if it were the nineteenth.
    They didn't hurt too badly anymore. Or