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>Morning came, and the food was delivered through a replicator built into the 
>wall that the guards controlled. David's eggs were arranged into a 
>Starfleet symbol; guards had a strange sense of humor.

David smirked but ate all of the food.

>The doorway dissolved into transparency later that morning and he could see 
>and hear everything outside once more. It was the normal routine of the 
>cell block, although later that day he could hear a fight breaking out in a 
>cell that a guard had gone into, and other guards came running. He could 
>see fighting, and then heard a scream as they literally dragged the 
>now-shackled prisoner out and down the hallway. Everything returned to 
>normal after that, but the prisoner did not return and the cell was cleaned 
>out by another prisoner in a striped uniform, and the lights shut off. 
>Apprantly, he wasn't coming back.

David furrowed his eyebrows...maybe the other place was better.

>That evening, several guards approached his doorway. "All right, 'Captain', 
>it's time you went and answered some questions. We can do this two ways, 
>one of which will be a lot easier on you than the other. Are you going to 
>play nice?"

"What choice do I have? You can see the bruises I have after being tortured by the 
rebels. I already have fractured ribs."

>The guard deactivated the stasis field as the others readied themselves 
>behind him just in case. It was a different guard from the night before; 
>the midnight shift must not have come on duty yet. He wasn't as large, but 
>he had a pair of handcuffs in his hands that he could use immediately as a 
>weapon, and then there was the backup...

He remembered what happened in the cell next door and went quietly-once in the room he 
starts to repeat, "I am Captain David Boulay, Starfleet JAG Chief. I am the nephew of 
Admiral Lorin Renaud. My Serial # is...." he just started repeating it.

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