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him.”

    “No way, he’s taller.”

    “I’m telling you it is.”

    “But he was reported to have died along with the rest of the team.”

    “Well that wouldn’t be the first lie we’ve been given from the administration since this whole mess started.”

    “You have a point there.”

    “What should we do with him?” He asked.

    “I don’t know.” The girl looked concerned. “Remember when Patrol Five got transferred and then disappeared the next day when Admin found out they were documenting inconsistencies over the reasoning for the extreme measures being taken?”

    “If we know that he’s alive…”

    I decided to finish this conversation about me that I had yet to be invited to join, “…Then they’ll likely have you reassigned to protect the information.” I decided to overplay things a little and bend the rules of my classified job, “I am part of the military, you know. Would you like to know you’re interfering with highly sensitive workings? That could be bad for you both.”

    They exchanged knowing glances and then immediately took me out of my cuffs. Not that any of that wasn’t true. If I had been declared dead it was for a reason. I didn’t want to damage whatever plan General Wyld was cooking with that particular piece of misinformation. At least I don’t think I do. I am not of fan of how he’s running the show. My only hope is that when I get back to base I can get some solid intel on what’s happening.

    They looked terrified, and I was finding it somewhat amusing. Not since the playoffs two years ago when we demolished the Wild Cards had I seen such looks of futility. I smiled at them and climbed back in the back seat. “Come on,” I said. “I like you, so give me a ride to where I need to go, and then we can all forget we saw each other.”

    They jumped in the vehicle and tore off in the direction I told them to drive as if their lives depended on it. I was going to enjoy being dead.

POWER PLAY
    I told the guards to drop me off at field on the perimeter of the base. It was a well-known “sneak in” spot for troops who needed to get back to base late without checking in. Chances were good that it was monitored, but so long as it wasn’t overly abused, the powers-that-be were happy to allow the flexibility for those few in-the-know. That was the rumor anyway. Considering you had to traverse the base’s dumping ground, I’m sure they got a laugh knowing people had to sift and navigate through a sea of garbage.

    The base had been extra quiet. I could only assume everybody had been deployed for Wyld’s big crackdown on freedom. Getting some wheels from the motor pool was easy enough. Before long I was zooming down the “abandoned” road that led to Spec-Ops. I spent the drive wondering how I was going to get past that fence and guard, fortunately the question was answered when I found General Wyld, arms folded, standing in front of the gate like he had been expecting me.

    The old general looked tired and angry. Not angry at me, just mad at the world. It was a feeling we shared, and each knew it. I left my stolen motor pool acquisition there and followed him in after he nodded for me to join him.

    Before I left on leave, I had spent a huge chunk of my time in classrooms, when not honing my fighting skills. I had not seen any piece of the new experimental equipment they were planning on issuing me. To say that I was still untested was an understatement. General Wyld didn’t seem to care anymore as he rushed me past the training halls and took me back into the “Clockworks.” It was the inner workings of Spec-Ops. I was not supposed to be allowed to go into the Clockworks until I passed an array of proficiency exams. Apparently those had been canceled, because I stood deep in the heart of it all. I found myself trying to keep my extremely sore jaw from dropping as we silently moved into the bustle of countless laboratories and testing ranges. This was where the