A small cell, no window, many cameras.

Her mask gone.

“The UN delegates –the ones still alive- want your head.”

“The UN banned capital punishment.”

“Lucky for you. Hope you like this cell; you’ll be spending years here.  Unless you tell me where Galactor’s headquarters are.”

“Not lucky.”  The look in her eyes…

We left.

Now she’s dead. Hung herself with strips of torn cloth. The cameras were out –an “unexplained power failure.”

I found the torn power cable. There would’ve been sparks, leaving burn marks…

Joe, I’m not even sure I want to ask where you got those marks.