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brain, as were their voices. Her hatred of them all grew, along with the hatred she already harbored for everything the powers that be did to the inhabitants of the other planets. I’ll come back and I’ll kill you for this, she vowed to herself while remaining perfectly still. All of you who play God with people’s lives .
    “Who do you answer to? What were your orders?”
    Another prod, this time too close to a very tender spot. Besides wanting to kill them, she was sure their act was illegal, against all protocol, and if caught, they’d end up in a cell themselves. Worse, they’d more than likely be sent to the mines. If she reminded them of that, they’d kill her, she knew it for sure. And what made them think she wouldn’t talk anyway, tell someone tomorrow about how they’d treated her? But by the sounds of it, they didn’t care how much they hurt her. They expected her to die tomorrow on the operating table. Tomorrow? Oh, my God! When tomorrow?
    “The two men in your cell, what have they told you? Answer the questions, one-zero-one-eight-eight.”
    That time she did talk. “Aren’t they the spies you planted in my room? What are they supposed to tell me?” She felt like reminding them of their cameras, the bugs in her room, but wisely kept her mouth shut. She wasn’t supposed to know they were there.
    Her questions were rewarded with another punch to the middle of her chest, knocking the breath out of her.
    “I’m of mind to smuggle her out of here and keep her for myself.”
    She recognized the man’s voice as Shory’s.
    “You’re out of your fucking mind. You’d never get away with it.”
    She’d never been treated like this during an interrogation. Neither did the voices seem at all familiar. Sure, they hurt her, smacked her around, beat her, but not this. Shory and Nudris, who was the third, she wondered. The one called Shory, suddenly lifted his helmet and threw it aside.
    “Too damn hot in this thing. Why do we have to wear them anyway? She doesn’t know who we are.”
    “You stupid bastard! Now she knows who you are!” the third man shouted.
    “Shut the fuck up, Duin!”
    Okay, now she knew all their names and the face of one. She studied him while he yelled at the other two. He looked to be in his forties. He was bald, had beady green eyes and an overly large pointy nose. His lips were thin, cruel. The face was etched in her mind along with the others she’d come to hate.
    “You guys up for a game of zenka tonight?” Nudris asked.
    “Maybe, after we’re finished with her.”
    “We’re done, as far as I’m concerned. Let her go. She won’t talk. I don’t even know why they wanted us to try. She hasn’t talked in all this time, why would she talk now? Any information she might have will be eliminated anyway tomorrow when they do the surgery.”
    “I don’t get it. That drug should have worked.”
    “Well, it didn’t. She’s obviously immune to it. It was a waste of time,” Duin told his coworkers. He picked up her clothes from the floor and dumped them on her lap. “Here are your clothes. After you get dressed, your guards will escort you back to your cell. Your surgery is tomorrow evening half an hour after shift change. Shower, wash your hair, and be ready on time.”
    The restraints unlocked, slipped back into their hiding places, and she was free. Bundling her clothes in her hand, she slid off the chair. The room spun for a moment and she felt a bit wobbly, but she soon regained her composure and balance.
    “Oh, my God, what a waste, what a fucking waste,” Shory said, his gaze devouring her from head to toe.
    One of his coworkers yanked his arm and pulled him out of the door. She was alone. Her ribs hurt, her stomach, her face, everywhere they’d prodded or punched her. Her breasts felt like ripe melons that had been squeezed too hard. Suppressing a groan, she put on her clothes, her boots, and pushed the buzzer for the guards to open the door. They led her