The girl was pacing around the room when he woke up, her bare feet not making any noise. She smiled at him, a full on little-girl smile, and he couldn’t help but smile back at this strange kid. It seemed impossible for her to be so unbroken after everything, and he hoped with all his heart he could get her out of this. The door slid open and Fuller walked in, wearing a regular uniform this time, standard grays. Two guards followed behind him. The shorter one unceremoniously dropped another cot against the wall, and then Brody, face bruised and bleeding, crumpled to the floor in a heap next to him. He gasped, couldn’t help it, and regretted it immediately, noting a satisfied grin on Fuller’s face. “Let her go, Fuller. You got what you wanted.” The man nodded to him, and motioned to the guards. They walked over to the girl, and the shorter guard pulled out his gun, an old-school one, not a stunner, and without a word shot Tishana in the head. He was too stunned to scream, too stunned to do or say anything.
