Breakfast consisted of a shake one of the crew had been kind enough to make for Radek. He had swished mouth wash before he walked to the mess, and he sat sipping the shake carefully. His beard scratched, but he had managed to trim it with a piece of broken mirror he had found in the bathroom. There was now about only fourteen hours left before he was supposed to go to the rendevous, and he noticed more and more of the white coats were avoiding him completely. He didn't blame them much, his presence meant that their operations there were over.

To his surprise Jenkins joined him. Radek smiled, "I would have thought you would have gotten bored of me a while ago."

"I need to know if you're going to go through with exposing Intel."

Radek quickly checked the mess and found they were pleasantly alone, but he was still thrown a little by Jenkins openness. "Listen, I'm a fun loving guy who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, but I don't know if what you're asking of me is even possible. Intel has ways to persuade people, and believe me pal, I don't want to be on the receiving end of that."

"Then would you give me the e-notebook? I'll take care of it myself."

"This must mean a lot to you. Don't worry, if it means that much I'll take care of it."

Jenkins eyeballed him maliciously. Radek raised an eyebrow, "Something tells me you don't trust me."

"I don't."

"Well, you see, if I am going to go through with this, I need the e notebook, if I'm not, I'm still going to need it. Something like that in their hands coming from mine might raise my rank a bit if you know what I mean-let alone being the hero, the agent who single-handedly stopped these inhuman experiments."

There was a blood lust look in Jenkins' eyes. Radek felt he would have jumped across the table if Dr. Norrington hadn't come in with four of the crew, "Seize him!"

Radek turned wildly in his chair to look at them as they entered the mess. "I haven't done anything though."

Jenkins stood up, "They're not here for you."

These crew members were wearing red tank tops instead of the black ones and Radek wondered why. "Listen fellows, let's whip up a few more shakes, sit down, and talk about this civily."

Jenkins shook his head, "Save your breath Radek, Dr. Norrington wouldn't have brought red shirts if he didn't mean business. I know what you're planning to do Alex, and it won't work, Trevor wasn't yours to start out with."

"Whose Trevor? What's so special about the 'red shirts'?"

Dr. Norrington played with a key access card, "Trevor doesn't belong to Intel either. They're not going to take him."

The red shirts grabbed Jenkins, and he knew it was useless to fight. The red shirts had been labotomized to protect them from psychic suggestions, and Jenkins had been too worried the last few hours to concentrate long enough to use his telekinisis. Radek stood up, "What's going on here Carl?"

Dr. Norrington walked out again, and the red shirts dragged him with, "You won't get away with this Alex!"


"Hey Bull Dog, any luck?"

Tasker watched as Bull Dog fiddled with the lock on his cage, "I'm trying, but this isn't exactly easy with you pestering me every five minutes."

"We've got to get out of here soon, we don't stand much of a chance with those experiments, and that @#%$ funny man wasn't much of a help."

Bull Dog glared at him, "Can you blame him? You pretty much threatened him with death and you didn't even know him."

"He was tied up like I was with a bit in his mouth," and Tasker rubbed his own cheeks, "yet he's walking around free while we're festering in here."

Bull Dog popped the lock open, "And jealously rears it's ugly head. Who says they're not doing worse things to him?"

He walked out of his cage and headed over to Tasker's. Everyone else was still asleep, exhausted from the running tests they had been given the previous day. Bull Dog started to pick the lock, but his patience was wearing thin, "You do know you're not the easiest person to work with."

"I realize I rub some people the wrong way..."

"Uh-huh."

"Anyway, just get me out of here."

The lock popped open and Bull Dog held the door, "Maybe I should just keep you in here."

"Funny, now let's get..."

Voices could be heard coming up the tunnel and to avoid being caught they ran over to hide behind some equipment. They watched as the red shirts dragged Jenkins down into the bottom of the chamber. Dr. Norrington ran over to one of the offices and disappeared for a few minutes. Another set of footsteps came up the tunnel. Trevor appeared, and he walked over to one of the ladders and slid down it. He walked over to Jenkins and stared at him as if he was examining and scrutinizing him. "How old are you?"

"52, how old are you?"

Trevor smiled greatly, "26, but I don't feel like it."

"Do you know what Alex is going to do to me?"

"Dr. Norrington? I didn't know he had anything planned, he just called me here."

"Trevor, whatever he tells you is a lie, you can't believe him."

Trevor looked confused, "Dr. Norrington wouldn't lie to me."

Dr. Norrington came out of the office, and it was the first time Jenkins had seen the man's face light up, "Hello Trevor, I'm glad you came so quickly, we don't have much time."

"Dr. Norrington, would you ever lie to me?"

Norrington's face became disdainful, "No of course not, what would make you think that?"

"What am I doing here?"

Norrington scowled, "Jenkins is trying to alter your logic codes. Pay no mind to him. I called you so you could help me with some plans I have. We need to go to the control room though."

Norrington turned his attention to the red shirts, "Put him in one of the cages and come with me, I may need your help in the control room."

They did as he ordered and all of them left back through the tunnel. Bull Dog and Tasker waited a few minutes before appearing again from behind the equipment. Bull Dog ran over to the cage and Tasker tried pulling him away, "He's one of them."

"We're going to need him to get out of this place, I don't know about you, but I was pretty confused at to which tunnels we used to get here."

Bull Dog picked the lock, and Jenkins stared blankly at them, "Why are you letting me out?"

Bull Dog smiled, "You're going to help us escape."

"I need you to help me first."


Kaela stared at a beautiful sketch of a palomino. The other person in the room with her was writing extensively on a pad of paper. The room they were sitting in had schematics, math equations, and theories written all over the walls and floor. Kaela's big grin widened at the picture, "It's wonderful David. Can I keep it."

David had white hair that was disarrayed, the roots a light grey. His green eyes seemed to be looking at everything all at once, and he kept his mouth clenched. His cheeks were slightly discolored green, and he sat in the lotus position scribbling frantically. His tanktop was a dark forest green, and it had been stretched out to almost oblivion. He wore a charcoal colored pair of BDU pants tied off at his ankles. If he had worn shoes at one time, he wasn't now. He nodded his head at her and threw a paper to the ground and kept writing. She put her hand on his pad where he was writing and pushed it down. "Will you talk to me please?"

He tore off the top paper and wrote a few sentences, then handed it to her. It read, "Something's going on, Norrington has been awfully paranoid lately."

"Yeah, he plans to seal up Sin City and escape somehow with Trevor, but he doesn't know how he's going to do that yet. Intel is coming in a little less than thirteen hours to bag this whole operation. The T'Phettians are gone, they left about six hours ago, they're apart of some other agency created to get rid of Intel. Norrington just recently captured Carl Jenkins for bartering power when they come. No more tests on us though, you've got to be excited about that."

David scribbled something else and handed it back, "What are we going to do about it?"

"I don't know. We're test subjects, what can we do?"

David pointed to his cheeks, his head, then pointed at Kaela and made throwing motions.

"Your brain and venom glands with my telekinisis?"

He nodded his head emphatically. She shook her head, "It'd never work."

He started to write frantically again, and a few minutes later handed her a couple of pages. She looked over them for three times as long as it took him to write it and then she handed them back, "Something a little more simple please. I don't think we have time to drill to the planet's core. Our time slot is twelve and a half hourse."

He wrote something down, "No, thirteen hours."

"Always give yourself a half an hour, you never know what can go wrong."