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>When he awakened, he did not feel groggy or weak as one would expect with >having been given drugs; instead he felt strangely well; his wounds had been >treated by advanced technology. There were some bruises on him, but the >major damage had been repaired. He was in his cell, the one he'd first >awakened in, and was clean and wearing a new clean shirt, pants, and slip-on >shoes. The only thing wrong was that he needed a shave - badly. The >doorway was dark; they had turned on the opaque field. But there was a tray >of food that had materialized in the replicator in the wall, along with an >electric razor. David stood and grabbed the razor-he shaved and washed and then ate. >It wasn't too much later that the doorway went clear, and the tiny static >flashes that indicated it was active disappeared, revealing Colonel >Justinian. He came in and nodded to David. "Captain. I hope you are >feeling better today." David had been doing some stretching exercises-he stood up, "Colonel...I appear to be in better shape." >"We have finally confirmed that you are who you say you are. I apologize >for the inconvenience; I know our methods are not the best, but they are all >we have, and with rebels constantly trying to infiltrate us, we can't be too >careful." It was clear that it was all the apology he was going to get. "Thank you." >"We have contacted Starfleet. You will be sent on the first transport out >as soon as you are ready." His crisp tone made it clear he was not very >happy about how things had turned out, although it was unclear why. >Possibly, it was because he might be punished, or possibly because he was >upset that his work was interrupted. Whatever the reason, it seemed as >though outside factors were at work; Justinian didn't seem the type of man >who just let his prisoners go, regardless of the reason. He liked his toys. >And there was still time for an 'accident' to happen; the presence of the >heavily armed guard outside the door made that very clear. There would be >no safety until he was away from that place. David wasn't convinced he was done with Justinian yet, "Colonel due to the same issues you had with identifying me it might be useful if I could help identify some of the other mistaken prisoners you may currently have held."
