They interrupted a conversation about who was the senior man among them. Mike announced, “Gentlemen, we’re so glad to see that you’re getting along nicely.” The four men sitting around the table looked at him and one of them began harshly tapping his cup on the table, demanding attention. He said, “I presume you’re Sergeant Hurst. What’s going on here Hurst? Why are we being held here like prisoners?” Mike smiled and replied, “You are not prisoners, sir. We have a need for men with Naval experience and a solid record of performance at sea. We have seen to your health and brought you back some of your youth, which will last for more than a hundred years. If you don’t wish to help your country and your planet, then you will be returned to America.” The man slammed his palm against the table. “Look, we know that genetic research has been able to bring people back their youth. It’s old news, so don’t try and fool us into joining some weird right wing group of traitors.”
