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checks every hour on the hour. Sexual threats and much innuendo was made by the guards to me.
     
    Just sheer and utter torture of both the mind and the body.
     
    On what I think was the third day of this ordeal, the guards place another person in my cell.
     
    She looked and dressed like another prisoner. She said her name was Shelly.
     
    I didn't talk to her, thinking, this might be a trap.
     
    Unlike me, “Shelly” was wearing an orange prison jumpsuit with boots. She still had some personal items like a necklace and was well fed and healthy.
     
    Very suspicious.
     
    I slept that night with one eye open. Wilson saved my life, again.
     
    While I slept he monitored the room through the station's sensors.
     
    When security shut down the cameras turning off he sensors, he quickly turned them back on and woke me up.
     
    In my head I heard “Athena, wake up! Someone, just tried to make your cell a black hole by turning everything off. Get ready! I think they may try to hurt you.”
     
    Playing dead wasn't too hard to do. Days without sleep and very little food had left me looking like death warmed over anyway.
     
    I heard cloth ruffling across the room and a boot scrape, just before I was attacked by Shelly.
     
    The woman grabbed me and tried to strangle me. My years of martial art training kicked in. I broke the stranglehold she had on me and punched back.
     
    Facing off against me my opponent pulled a shiv out of her jumpsuit. Shit just got real!
     
    “ Can I ask you, why you are trying to kill me?” I said to her, panting.
     
    “No.” she said, “Just a job. You have to die. Its supposed to look like an accident.”
     
    She lunged at me, her shiv at the ready.
     
    I had nowhere to run to, my life was on the line. She missed me as I dodged to the left.
     
    Using my right arm, I blocked the knife lunge and punched her with my left fist. This stunned her for just a moment. I followed up with a hard kick to the groin. She slashed at me some more as we grappled. I got my hand to her face and tried gouging and punching at her.
     
    She slashed my arm and hand deeply. Blood was running down my arm and onto the cell floor. Repeated strikes to her head blinded her for a moment. I used both hands and wrestled the knife away from her. Not waiting and knowing that no help would come, using the knife I struck her several times. Falling, we both crumpled to the floor. Shelly's body lay in the center of the room bleeding out.
     
    Crawling over to her, I left the blood-covered shiv next to her body. Pushing myself up I crawled back to ‘my’ corner. I sat back down now in my usual place. With what was left of my shirt I managed to stop the bleeding in my hand and arms.
     
    A short time later the cell door opened the guard called. “Sergeant Shel, are you ready to come out now? Job all done?”
     
    Silence of the dead.
     
    The guard turned on the lights and came into the room. He saw her body on the floor and ran to it. He turned her over and checked the woman's pulse.
     
    I made a grunting noise.
     
    He turned and noticed me, sitting there still covered in blood, staring at him.
    He quickly grabbed the Sergeant's hands and pulled her body from the room, closing the door behind him.
     
    It was another full day before that door opened again.
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
     
    The small fleet dropped into sector 12 unannounced.
     
    The HQ traffic controller jumped in surprise when his control board lit up and started beeping. He quickly checked the IFF and saw that the ships belong to the home fleet. Using fleet frequency he hailed the ships.
     
    “This is fleet Admiral Yager on board the EOH ship Falcon. I need docking clearances immediately! ”The Admiral looked really pissed.
     
    This was way, way beyond the traffic controllers pay grade so he sent out the clearances. “Someone is about to have a bad day,” he thought to himself.
     
    The fleet consisted of one of the new battleships, a cruiser, and