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that room, but the residual anxiety of it was still thick in his
    mind. Whatever had been done had been the worst kind of torture that much he
    understood, and he didn't want to go through it again.
    "Answer me!" he bellowed. "How long?"
    He might be a Reaper, she thought, the most vicious of his kind if rumors were true,
    but he was also part human and the human part of him was staring back at her with a fear
    that had a sentience of its own.
    "How long?"
    "Two weeks."
    He stared at her, stunned. Surely he had not heard her correctly. He shook his head,
    wanting to clear way the buzzing that had suddenly filled his hearing. "How long?" he whispered, hoping against hope that he had not really heard what he knew he had.
    "You will be with us for two weeks, Captain," Bridget replied and almost reached out to touch him for she saw a little boy's expression of fear pass quickly over his face before
    his features relaxed with hopelessness.
    "Two weeks," he repeated in a dull, lifeless voice, understanding there if not
    acceptance. Slowly he shifted his gaze from her, turning his head so that he could stare up
    at the glaring white light overhead. "Two weeks of that hell?"
    "Yes," she answered, her pity growing even though she knew she should feel no such
    emotion for this man. "Three times a day for two weeks."
    He flinched. "Three times a day," he whispered.
    "I'm afraid so."
    Cree closed his eyes. "Go away."
    "I will as soon as Dorrie brings your blanket," Bridget replied, wondering why it was taking the woman so long.
    "I don't want a blanket," he said.
    "But you said you were cold," she protested.
    He turned his eyes to her. "Go...away," he repeated.
    Bridget hesitated, thinking she saw a shimmer of tears in the Reaper's eyes, then
    decided she could not possibly have since they were not programmed for any emotion
    other than anger.
    "I'll see you after lunch then." Cree looked away from her. Bridget never saw the tear that formed in his left eye and rolled down his clenched cheek.
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Chapter 4
    THEY CAME for him at 1300 hours, obviously expecting him to give them trouble.
    The six Security guards and the two orderlies had been prepared neither for his docility
    nor his cooperation as they unbuckled his restraints. He had surprised them even more
    when he swung his legs off the bed and preceded them calmly to the door
    "We are sorry about this, Sir," one of the guards apologized.
    "Don't be," was all the Reaper said, reinforcing the nickname the Fleet had given him long ago.
    "I am told he did not resist," Justice Vuin Barif grumbled as he seated himself in the viewing gallery.
    "He would not dare," the only woman in the gallery remarked. "He has too much pride to allow anyone to see how truly afraid he is." She watched Cree enter the treatment room and lie down on the table. "I would venture to say it will take several days of treatment before he begins to balk at being brought here."
    Bridget glanced down at him as she came to the table. Dorrie and Tina Portas were
    closing the restraints on his upper arms as she took her place at the head of the treatment
    table. He barely acknowledged her before fixing his attention on the overhead light.
    "Are you ready, Madame Director?" the woman in the gallery inquired.
    "Yes."
    "You may proceed."
    Cree shot a look to the gallery, narrowed his gaze at the shadow of the person
    speaking, then allowed the woman behind him to place the hellish rubber wedge between
    his teeth.
    "You are going to feel a sting, Captain," Dr. Dean said.
    Water...Fangs...Fire...Falling ....
    The sensations shot over him with blinding speed, alternating with one another for a
    root in his terrified mind. He convulsed.
    "Where is she?" his mind demanded. He whimpered. "Where IS she?" He screamed.
    "WHERE IS SHE?"
    His eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out, came to just as