> >David sat in the dry heat of the sauna,
> relaxing on the wooden bench. A
> >traditional Scandinavian sauna, dry heat with
> the occassional splash of water
> >on hot rocks. He started to drift into that
> super relaxed state where one may
> >confuse you for sleeping, but you are actually
> quite awake. His peace was
> >interrupted once again with flash backs from
> his captivity. Very short
> >flashes of his time in the rock walled cell
> that he inhabited while in rebel
> >custody. He caught flashes of the woman that
> was in charge of his stay there,
> >the one that eventually set him free.
>
> He threw his face into his hands and tried to
> push the thought of the pain out of his
> head-although the memories of the pain was
> intolerable the thought of the woman intrigued
> him. He had made her a promise...and it would
> be kept...he had to get home.
>
> He tried to relax again but the memories
> flooded him..he stood and walked out of the
> steam room 10 minutes into his 20 minute
> period..he sat on a cool bench in front of his
> locker and held his head in his hands. He
> couldn't reveal the flashbacks to anyone on the
> dock or they wouldn't let him go home. He
> dressed and returned to the Promenade where he
> just window shopped and people-watched.
>
The distraction of the Promenade was a welcome one. Watching the children
going by with their parents in tow, and the young, awkwardly young men try to
hook up with the pretty young ladies gave David some reason to smile.
After some time, David was in line to get a snack of sorts. He was about
to step up to the counter to order from one of the quickie food joints, when
an officer, who had just gotten his food, turned around and stepped right into
him.
"Excuse me." the officer said, not yet looking up, still trying to balance
the wobbly food on his tray. When he did finally look up and match gazes,
David found himself looking right at Colonel Stark, the CO of the police
action he was just touring...
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