standing nearby used his baton to strike the African American across his leg.
Almost as a group, the four naked prisoners, stepped over the injured African American and headed to the front of the room.
“Very good,” said the blonde informer. “Now walk through to the other side and discover that your obedience will be rewarded with a slice of cake on the other side.”
One by one the four prisoners walked through the wall and into the thick cloud of mist.
“The cake is not a lie. And I will offer the next five who do as they have been instructed the same reward. All the rest of you will miss out on the cake and, more importantly, you threaten your very existence.”
At that point, most of the other prisoners began to disrobe.
And very quickly it also became a race as several of the prisoners tore off their clothes, hoping to be one of the five who would get cake on the other side.
As several prisoners rushed toward the open wall, one was stopped by the blonde informer. She motioned to her fellow guards and the man was taken away, through the open wall, but in a different direction than the prisoners who had preceded him.
Matt recognized the prisoner who had been taken away as someone who had been sitting and conversing with the female plant during the truck ride to the concentration camp.
“That concludes the offer of a reward for your cooperation,” the blonde female plant announced. “The rest of you now have exactly three minutes to achieve your goal or suffer the consequences.”
Everyone else that was still in the room quickly began taking off their clothes.
After they left the grey building’s initiation room, Matt and the other prisoners were divided into groups of six, then led underneath showers where they were sprayed with different streams of colored water – red, then blue, and finally green.
Whatever chemical was “blue,” it stung like a hot iron on Matt’s skin.
Several of the prisoners tried to step away when they were hit with the blue water. CCC guards were standing nearby, waving batons, and chasing the prisoners back until all of the prisoners had been sprayed.
Still dripping wet, the groups of six were then funneled into three separated lines. There they waited to be individually examined by a doctor.
Matt checked out all of the three doctors performing the examinations, and none were wearing the black uniforms like the rest of the CCC guards.
When he was called to step forward for his medical check-up he was greeted by an older man, with short cropped white hair and beard, who looked to be making his best effort to appear cheerful.
“My name is Dr. Garrett Dietz. Why don’t we start with your…?”
But the moment Dietz reached out, Matt stopped him, grabbing the doctor by the wrist.
“It appears we can skip the tests regarding your reflexes. But we’ll still need to measure your blood pressure…”
“How can you work for these animals…?”
“Just like you… I want to stay alive.”
“Is that the only excuse you have?”
“No, but it’s the one that’s usually acceptable in most situations.”
He tightened his grip on the doctor’s wrist.
“Listen to me, you either let me examine you… or I will be doing your autopsy later. Autopsies are so much more work.”
“What’s in it for me?” asked Matt.
“You live.”
Matt audibly scoffed at Dietz’s words.
“Why would they go to all the trouble to bring you here… just to kill you?” asked Dietz. “Killing you is the last thing they want.”
“I hope you’re not talking about me becoming one of them?”
“No, they don’t want that either.”
He still wasn’t sure and refused to release the doctor’s wrist.
Dietz nodded toward the glass-encased wall above them.
“If you don’t let me go, in about ten seconds, maybe less, the guards will be here to make sure you do. And there’s no telling what will happen to you after that…”
Matt finally let go of the doctor’s
Almost as a group, the four naked prisoners, stepped over the injured African American and headed to the front of the room.
“Very good,” said the blonde informer. “Now walk through to the other side and discover that your obedience will be rewarded with a slice of cake on the other side.”
One by one the four prisoners walked through the wall and into the thick cloud of mist.
“The cake is not a lie. And I will offer the next five who do as they have been instructed the same reward. All the rest of you will miss out on the cake and, more importantly, you threaten your very existence.”
At that point, most of the other prisoners began to disrobe.
And very quickly it also became a race as several of the prisoners tore off their clothes, hoping to be one of the five who would get cake on the other side.
As several prisoners rushed toward the open wall, one was stopped by the blonde informer. She motioned to her fellow guards and the man was taken away, through the open wall, but in a different direction than the prisoners who had preceded him.
Matt recognized the prisoner who had been taken away as someone who had been sitting and conversing with the female plant during the truck ride to the concentration camp.
“That concludes the offer of a reward for your cooperation,” the blonde female plant announced. “The rest of you now have exactly three minutes to achieve your goal or suffer the consequences.”
Everyone else that was still in the room quickly began taking off their clothes.
After they left the grey building’s initiation room, Matt and the other prisoners were divided into groups of six, then led underneath showers where they were sprayed with different streams of colored water – red, then blue, and finally green.
Whatever chemical was “blue,” it stung like a hot iron on Matt’s skin.
Several of the prisoners tried to step away when they were hit with the blue water. CCC guards were standing nearby, waving batons, and chasing the prisoners back until all of the prisoners had been sprayed.
Still dripping wet, the groups of six were then funneled into three separated lines. There they waited to be individually examined by a doctor.
Matt checked out all of the three doctors performing the examinations, and none were wearing the black uniforms like the rest of the CCC guards.
When he was called to step forward for his medical check-up he was greeted by an older man, with short cropped white hair and beard, who looked to be making his best effort to appear cheerful.
“My name is Dr. Garrett Dietz. Why don’t we start with your…?”
But the moment Dietz reached out, Matt stopped him, grabbing the doctor by the wrist.
“It appears we can skip the tests regarding your reflexes. But we’ll still need to measure your blood pressure…”
“How can you work for these animals…?”
“Just like you… I want to stay alive.”
“Is that the only excuse you have?”
“No, but it’s the one that’s usually acceptable in most situations.”
He tightened his grip on the doctor’s wrist.
“Listen to me, you either let me examine you… or I will be doing your autopsy later. Autopsies are so much more work.”
“What’s in it for me?” asked Matt.
“You live.”
Matt audibly scoffed at Dietz’s words.
“Why would they go to all the trouble to bring you here… just to kill you?” asked Dietz. “Killing you is the last thing they want.”
“I hope you’re not talking about me becoming one of them?”
“No, they don’t want that either.”
He still wasn’t sure and refused to release the doctor’s wrist.
Dietz nodded toward the glass-encased wall above them.
“If you don’t let me go, in about ten seconds, maybe less, the guards will be here to make sure you do. And there’s no telling what will happen to you after that…”
Matt finally let go of the doctor’s
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