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The door to the brig slid open, but Jack hesitated. He stood there in gray jeans and a black t-shirt: feet apart, shoulders square, face as hard as stone. How long had it been since he had interrogated someone?
The brig wasn’t all that different from the cellblock back at Keeper HQ. There were three doors in the white wall directly across from him. Each one led into a cell, but only one was occupied.
Jack sauntered across the room with his arms swinging, closing his eyes as he steeled his nerves. “May as well get this over with,” he muttered, pressing his hand against a palm-scanner. The computer accepted his biometric ID and then asked him to input his access code.
Once he did so, the cell door slid open, revealing a woman in shorts and a tank-top lying on her tiny bed with hands fo
