The date: 3 days after the death of Jayce Brooks. The location: A sector of the Premiers underground bunker.
The being gasped for air as it splashed down onto a cushioned mat below the cloning sac. It was cold, very cold, and bright. He struggled for every breath of air, shielding his eyes from the blinding light. As he adjusted, he could make out two figures dressed in hazard suits directly above him. They hoisted him up, and laid him flat on a cold, steel surgical table. Ratcheting down clamps over his wrists, the now limp body could only squint his eyes and gaze around the room. This examination of his surroundings would only last for a few moments, as the harsh light above him was blotted out by another figure. This time, the figure was well dressed, in what looked like a business suit. As the suited man spoke to him, the man strapped to the table instantly recognized it: Premier Alvin Katz.