her. She caught a fleeting look of
pleading and made a mental note to increase the sedative she had been secretly slipping
him in the syn-neu at night.
"Listen to me," she had told him on the evening of his fifth day. "I switched syringes and this one contains a mild sleep-inducer."
"They will know," he had protested, lowering his voice as she had. "Bridget, you can't.
They'll..."
"You need to sleep," she'd stated, cutting him off. "Make a fist."
"I can't let you..." he'd tried to say, but she had leaned down and shushed him with her fingertips.
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"You don't have a say in the matter," she'd insisted. "You need to sleep!"
He had been grateful. She had seen it in his eyes and she had wondered if he had ever
shown anyone gratitude in his entire life. She doubted that he had ever said thank you,
and if he had, actually meant it. She wasn't surprised when he didn't say it then.
"Bridie? Are you ready?"
"Yes." Bridget bent down to put the wedge between Cree's lips. She watched his eyes close in anticipation of what was to come.
NOOSE...FIRE...Disease...Poison...Space...Rocks...Cold...Water...Electricity...Desert...
Falling block...Suffocating sand...Fangs...Gas... Drewe!
Bridget heard the moan of heart-rending agony trying to push free of the mouth she
held clamped together. It was a sound of mortal pain, of complete betrayal, of awful
agony being endured. She looked at the other women and saw tears in Dr. Dean's eyes,
something she didn't think she would ever see during reinforcement sessions.
"What he is experiencing now is the ultimate vulnerability," the woman in the gallery reported. "Since his first intense conditioning at age seven, he has been taught that there is an unbreakable bond among the warrior caste: a code by which the Elite must live.
Never in the history of these warriors has a Reaper been betrayed. He is finding that
premise to be somewhat erroneous."
Drewe was stabbing him. Over and over again, his dagger biting deep into Cree's
belly: ripping, tearing, slicing into the very essence of him.
"I am death, Cree!" Drewe told him. "I am your death!"
"Betrayal by those you consider to be your allies, those to whom you have entrusted
your life, is one of the worst agonies imaginable for a warrior. To have that person attack
and attempt to kill you, is a defeat so unexpected and shocking as to make you question
your own competence, your own ability to perceive the correctness of things," the woman
behind the siliplex stated.
"Flatline!" Dorrie shouted, snatching up a syringe and slapping it into Dr. Dean's hand.
"Die, traitor!" Drewe bellowed and his dagger pierced the very heart inside Kamerone Cree's dying body.
Bridget's hand tensed on Cree's chin. He was sweating profusely and the stench had
become overpowering. She watched the others working on him, trying to jump-start his
heart as he was lifted and slammed repeatedly down upon the treatment table. "Hang in
there, Captain," she whispered in his ear. "Hang in there!"
"Stay with me, beloved!" She whispered to him. "Stay with me!"
"I don't have a pulse!" Tina shouted.
Bridget looked up, saw all the observers in the gallery standing, their hands pressed
against the siliplex wall. She turned to the computer monitor and bit her lip for the line
remained flat across the screen, it's harsh, prolonged beep sounding ominous in the
treatment room. "Come on, Cree," she said urgently. "Don't check out on us now!"
"Do not leave me, beloved!" He heard her pleading with him. "I need you!"
Once more Drewe thrust his dagger into Cree's chest and icy fluid filled his heart. He
stumbled away from the shepherd lieutenant and held out his hand to her, straining to
touch the fingers she stretched toward him.
"Come, beloved! Come with me!"
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pleading and made a mental note to increase the sedative she had been secretly slipping
him in the syn-neu at night.
"Listen to me," she had told him on the evening of his fifth day. "I switched syringes and this one contains a mild sleep-inducer."
"They will know," he had protested, lowering his voice as she had. "Bridget, you can't.
They'll..."
"You need to sleep," she'd stated, cutting him off. "Make a fist."
"I can't let you..." he'd tried to say, but she had leaned down and shushed him with her fingertips.
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"You don't have a say in the matter," she'd insisted. "You need to sleep!"
He had been grateful. She had seen it in his eyes and she had wondered if he had ever
shown anyone gratitude in his entire life. She doubted that he had ever said thank you,
and if he had, actually meant it. She wasn't surprised when he didn't say it then.
"Bridie? Are you ready?"
"Yes." Bridget bent down to put the wedge between Cree's lips. She watched his eyes close in anticipation of what was to come.
NOOSE...FIRE...Disease...Poison...Space...Rocks...Cold...Water...Electricity...Desert...
Falling block...Suffocating sand...Fangs...Gas... Drewe!
Bridget heard the moan of heart-rending agony trying to push free of the mouth she
held clamped together. It was a sound of mortal pain, of complete betrayal, of awful
agony being endured. She looked at the other women and saw tears in Dr. Dean's eyes,
something she didn't think she would ever see during reinforcement sessions.
"What he is experiencing now is the ultimate vulnerability," the woman in the gallery reported. "Since his first intense conditioning at age seven, he has been taught that there is an unbreakable bond among the warrior caste: a code by which the Elite must live.
Never in the history of these warriors has a Reaper been betrayed. He is finding that
premise to be somewhat erroneous."
Drewe was stabbing him. Over and over again, his dagger biting deep into Cree's
belly: ripping, tearing, slicing into the very essence of him.
"I am death, Cree!" Drewe told him. "I am your death!"
"Betrayal by those you consider to be your allies, those to whom you have entrusted
your life, is one of the worst agonies imaginable for a warrior. To have that person attack
and attempt to kill you, is a defeat so unexpected and shocking as to make you question
your own competence, your own ability to perceive the correctness of things," the woman
behind the siliplex stated.
"Flatline!" Dorrie shouted, snatching up a syringe and slapping it into Dr. Dean's hand.
"Die, traitor!" Drewe bellowed and his dagger pierced the very heart inside Kamerone Cree's dying body.
Bridget's hand tensed on Cree's chin. He was sweating profusely and the stench had
become overpowering. She watched the others working on him, trying to jump-start his
heart as he was lifted and slammed repeatedly down upon the treatment table. "Hang in
there, Captain," she whispered in his ear. "Hang in there!"
"Stay with me, beloved!" She whispered to him. "Stay with me!"
"I don't have a pulse!" Tina shouted.
Bridget looked up, saw all the observers in the gallery standing, their hands pressed
against the siliplex wall. She turned to the computer monitor and bit her lip for the line
remained flat across the screen, it's harsh, prolonged beep sounding ominous in the
treatment room. "Come on, Cree," she said urgently. "Don't check out on us now!"
"Do not leave me, beloved!" He heard her pleading with him. "I need you!"
Once more Drewe thrust his dagger into Cree's chest and icy fluid filled his heart. He
stumbled away from the shepherd lieutenant and held out his hand to her, straining to
touch the fingers she stretched toward him.
"Come, beloved! Come with me!"
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