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neither woman answered.
    "I'm afraid it is. Please lie down, Captain," Bridget told him.
    For just a moment he considered refusing, but he knew gods-be-damned well it would
    not do him any good if he did. He was already trapped, his legs bolted to the table like
    twin jet propulsion units. With his jaw set, his teeth grinding, he lay down and had to
    keep from howling out his frustration when the same two women imprisoned his wrists
    and forearms to the table.
    "Where the hell do you women think I can go?" he bellowed, his temper rising. He
    didn't like being restrained. No Reaper did. To be restrained was to be helpless and
    Reapers could not afford to be helpless.
    "I know this seems excessive, Captain," Dr. Dean agreed, "but assault therapy causes severe convulsions. We don't want you to break an arm or a leg." She looked at Bridget.
    "Will you attach the monitor leads, Bridie?"
    Cree stared at Bridget as she came to stand beside him. He felt her hands on him and
    flinched as she snapped a metal band into place across his chest. The band was tight, too
    tight, but he would be damned if he'd tell her so. He realized she was looking intently at
    his chest, at the spot beneath which his heart lay, and he snorted angrily.
    "Worried I'll have a heart attack and ruin your fun?"
    Bridget had been staring at the Reaper insignia tattooed on his left pectoral. The
    crimson drawing of a stylized scythe had been made with a laser brush and had to have
    been extremely painful. Burned into Cree's chest, there would be no way to remove it
    other than by shaving off a layer of flesh.
    "I wouldn't worry about having a heart attack, Captain," Dr. Dean answered for
    Bridget. She could tell the younger woman was troubled by the tattoo.
    "You aren't the one who'd be having it, now, are you?"
    Bridget laughed softly. Being restrained as he was, not knowing what to expect,
    already so tense and jittery the graph on the monitor attached to his chest was fluttering
    like crazy, the man was still trying to maintain the aura of his invincibility, displaying his disdain for what was going to be done to him.
    "I'm glad you find this so gods-be-damned funny!" Cree glared at the one called
    Bridget as she leaned over him. He could smell her perfume and found it disturbing. Had
    he tried, he could have looked down the front of her uniform top, but her hands were at
    his throat, buckling into place another infernal restraint.
    "Take your places ladies," the Director ordered, "so we can begin."
    Cree clamped his teeth together and tried to breathe slowly and easily through his nose,
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    but he felt the terror mounting. He heard his heartbeat pounding in his ears and felt the
    sweat oozing down his breastbone despite the chill of the treatment suite. When Bridget
    moved to the head of the table and rested her hands to either side of his head, he strained
    to look up at her, but the pressure on his throat would not allow him. He cursed and
    wished he hadn't for the weight of the restraint on his larynx was painful.
    Bridget felt an inexplicable urge to stroke the shiny thickness of the Captain's hair to
    try to calm the anxiety that was making the EKG traces leap across the monitor screen.
    His sleek dark curls intrigued her. His hair looked soft as a kitten's fur and just as lush; it gleamed in the glow cast from the overhead operating light. The DNA mix that had
    created this warrior had done an excellent job of arranging the Reaper's genes.
    "We will begin now," Dr. Dean said and nodded at Bridget.
    "I know you aren't going to like this, but I'm only trying to prevent you from
    swallowing your tongue or biting through it when the convulsions begin."
    Before he could demand to know what she was talking about, Bridget thrust something
    between his lips, into his mouth, and partway down his throat before anchoring his jaw
    closed,