A young woman is pushing a small girl on a swingset. The child is laughing and screaming out of joy. The woman looks up at Emilio and smiles as she speaks, "Emilio, why dont you come play with your daughter." Emilio is sitting on a park bench several yards away from the playground. He smiles as he gets up to walk towards his wife and daughter. He then notices a flash of light in the sky. As he stares at the origin of the light he sees a purple ball of energy quickly descending from it. At that very moment the projectile hits just feet away from his wife and young daughter. An enormous explosion ensues. "NOOOOOOOOOOO! CARAAAAAAAA!" he screams just as the wall of flames engulfs him...
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" As he opens his eyes, he begins to notice the grey walls all around him with nothing more than a small 10X4 inch opening directly across from him. He is slumped against the wall next to a very small, very hard looking cot attached to the wall. To his right is a steel toilet with a steel sink directly above it. He quickly realizes where he is, well, at least what he is in... it's a jail cell. In an instant the days events flash before his mind's eye.
"Hey, what are you yelling about in there?" a voice shouts from the other side of one of the walls.
"Who is that? Where the hell am I?"
He then hears the man utter phrases in Rheinlandish followed by loud laughter by him and another man. "Just keep quite in there criminal."
This had been the first time in some years that he had this recurring nightmare. The one of the day his wife and daughter were brutally murdered by some Outcast scum. As he attempts to lift himself from the floor an intense pain shoots down both legs and his head begins to spin. He remembered the officers back on Hamburg electrocuting him with their prods, but that wouldn't still be lingering, would it? Then he remembered the last thing that happened before he was placed inside the police transport. The detective in the suit stuck him with a needle and injected him with something. How long had it been? Where exactly had they taken him? Most importantly, how was he gonna get out of here?
At that moment he remembered the chip that the Brotherhood had implanted in his left forearm. He looked down at the scar, which was barely noticeable by now. He gently rubbed it with his right hand. 'God I hope this thing works,' he thought to himself. For, if it didn't, he would surely be dead by month's end.
<span style="color:#FF0000"><strike>RETIRED</strike></span>
ON MY WAY OUT OF RETIREMENT
