"Or we can turn the tables on VanDerloo...it sounds like he is trying to doublecross you. You help me Colonel and I'lll see Van Der Loo gets his...if you can't accept that offer than kill me now because there is nothing I can give you." David said it almost nonchalantly...he had been threatened with death so much lately it would almost be welcome at this point."Oh, but there is, Captain," replied the colonel, standing up. "You can give us the truth. Words can be lies, but there are ways to go beyond words and get at truth. After all, it's the only way to be sure." He turned and barked a command in another language to one of the guards outside, who hurried off. "Until we meet again, Captain," he said, knocking on the door, which opened and he walked out, the door closing behind him.
A moment later a petite woman in a lab coat walked in with a hypospray. She put it to his arm silently and the room began to spin until he blacked out.
It was hard to wake from the drugged sleep, but it seemed as though something was tugging at him, trying to pull on him. He opened his eyes, but the darkness was so complete, that there was no difference between having his eyes open or closed. The silence was deafening; he couldn't even hear the pounding of his heart in his ears. He could not see or feel his body; it was as if he was lost in the deepest part of space, devoid of all sensation. He was not hot, he was not cold, but he was alone; terribly, terribly alone. The terror of it crept in, that perhaps this was death; there was no afterlife, only this nightmarish existence of utter disembodied loneliness for eternity.
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