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war. 
     
    Scott jumped up from the bed and slammed his fists against the steel door, shouting, “Let me out!  I remember!  I remember!” 
     
    Footsteps raced down the hall toward his cell.  Scott dove to the meal slot and said, “I have a wife!  I need to see her.  I need to tell her I’m alive.”
     
    The guard rapped the door with his nightstick.  “Shut up in there.  You know the rules.  No getting out until morning.”
     
    “I have a wife!  She needs to know!”
     
    “You don’t have shit.  James Scott had a wife, but he’s dead and buried.  Subject 129 just has the generator, and if you thought today was bad, just wait till you see what they’ve got in store for you tomorrow.  They’re gonna sizzle your bacon for sure.” 
     
    Scott screamed in outrage and ran straight at the door.  The guard threw his hands over his face to protect himself from the impact, but nothing happened and he fell backwards on the floor.  “I thought you was gonna run straight into the dang door,” he said.  He chuckled as he got back to his feet, looking around for his nightstick.  “You’re gonna look real pretty with no teeth, you dumb son of a bitch.  You and me are gonna have ourselves a party now.”
     
    Something grabbed the guard by the neck and lifted him into the air.  He clawed at whatever was cinched around his throat and found fingers there, a human hand that held him aloft even as he kicked and pushed against the prison door with his feet. 
     
    He was thrown to the ground so hard he nearly lost consciousness, coming to as the thing grabbed him by the shirt collar and dragged him down the hall.  He looked up to see the lights overhead and realized they were heading for the office with the security chair and generator.  Subject 129 bent down over him and snatched him by the shoulders, picking him up with no effort and slamming him down into chair. 
     
    “No!  No!” the guard screamed.  “Help!”  
     
    Scott ripped the guard’s uniform shirt to pieces like it was made of paper and said, “How do you like it?”  He held the guard in place as he locked the straps down.  He jammed suction cups onto the straps into place. He put several suction cups on the guard’s chest and wheeled the generator toward the door.  Scott found extra wires and he ran those out to the closest research stations and stuck the suction cup receivers to the surfaces of the machines.  He found a fuse box near the office and stuck two more cups onto the main junction. 
     
    The guard continued to plead for mercy until Scott shoved the wooden bit into his mouth.  He grabbed the generator’s handle and gave it one great heave, spinning it as fast as a carnival wheel.   
     
    Every light inside the facility exploded. 
     
    The wires attached to the guard sparked and burst into flames, setting fire to the leather straps and chair.  The researchers came running at the sound of the guard’s horrific screams, only to trip over themselves and crash into one another in the smoke and darkness.
     
    ***
     
    Major William J. Donovan headed into the cold, dark cemetery.  Rain spilled off his umbrella as he made his way past rows of graves and mausoleums, heading for a hill peak where a man stood looking down at a tombstone.  Water cascaded off of every part of him.   
     
    The hill was slick with mud, making it hard to traverse, but Donovan found a way up until he was finally able to stand at the man’s side.  Donovan held his umbrella over their both of their heads and looked at the tombstones.  Technical Sergeant James Scott, beloved husband, killed in service to the United States.    Maureen Scott, beloved wife.  
     
    Donovan grunted and said, “Why in the hell they didn’t tell you, I don’t know, son.  It’s a goddamn crime.”  Donovan tried to warm up his hands by blowing into them.  “You’ve been on the run for quite a bit.  Are you hungry?”
     
     The man shook his