Under Dr. Nicholson’s instruction, the officials dispersed from his side. They dashed over to where I was, pulling out their stun guns and lighting them up.
There was nothing to say. I knew it. Dr. Nicholson didn’t even lecture me. After being dragged to the lab, they held me down and he injected me with one of his toxins, that would eventually subdue me. Afterward, I was placed in confinement for a week.
My hands now lay flat on the table as they did that day.
“Until then, chico, you might want to watch your back a little bit more,” he added, blowing smoke in my direction.
The smell of a freshly lit cigarette invoked another memory. The soldiers were on leisure and heading out for the night. Long before I became a part of a team, I watched from the holes in the wire fence. One of them
