<P>Dominic didn't know if his confusion could be measured. "Who are you?" he asked again.
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<P>"You are going to break into UNATC-C-CO headquarters."
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<P>Bishop's heart thudded in his chest for a split second. What the hell? he thought. Break into UNATCO? ...Jesus... What the hell? Who the hell?
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<P>Silence.
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<P>The faint sound of a confused breeze, confused breathing, and remote static.
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<P>"Who the hell do you think you are?" Dominic insisted. He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't want to be left out in this thing's little game.
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<P>The voice was quiet for a moment. The static sputtered. Then it faded completely.
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<P>Nothing but the breeze.
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<P>And then the most terrible sensation hit Dominic Bishop square in the forehead. A tremendous, blinding pain, his ears rang like mad, his head felt like it was going to explode and paint the walls crimson. He uncontrollably dropped to his knees before he could even think, act, do anything. He grabbed at his head, desperately. He clenched his teeth. Terrible sensation! The ringing proceeded. God!
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<P>No change. Pain. Surging pain. Explicit and raw. No breaks. He lost his vision. Everything blared bright white. His senses flooded with an unstopping, unforgiving, unimaginable hurting.
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<P>The voice eventually began again. It was louder than the ringing. It shook Dom's body with every syllable, every word causing his body to flinch. Every sound pronounced, another violent, aching shiver of pain spread through his body.