<P>Dominic didn't know. He didn't have a mark on his body. He couldn't feel a single painful wound. The only thing that his memory saw now was a single, concentrated focal point: The voice that spoke to him. Told him to break into UNATCO headquarters. The voice that was capable of bringing pain and bad things. The voice that haunted him, and he never wanted to hear again in his life. And now here he was, standing in a sterile room, in the dust, covered in blood, perfectly fine, hazy, tired, on the verge of breaking down and losing any sense of sanity he'd ever had. He didn't know what to think anymore. It wasn't worth thinking about. Something disembodied presence that had threatened his voice also threatened everything that kept his sane, and he couldn't do anything else but listen to it. He was taking orders from a voice in his head. It couldn't make any more sense.
<P>"Dominic!"
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<P>He still didn't say anything. He just walked up to her. Stood very, very close. Stared at her with the most abandoned, forlorn, empty look she'd ever seen in her life... And then slipped past and vanished into the next room.
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<P>Jess stood in the doorway, unmoving, completely stunned.
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<P>Garrett sat at the desk at the entrance to the cell block. Paperwork. Things to sign and forms to fill about the prisoners, so that they could end up on Manderley's desk, unread, because he already knew everything about them, but it was part of the job, and the papers had to exist for the men in black suits that brushed in and out of Joseph Manderley's office on occasion, just because that's the way it was.
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<P>Garrett sighed, put his pen down, leaned back in his chair... Grabbed the coffee mug on the table, had a sip. He looked at Agent Hermann over the top of the mug. Gunther had been standing in the cell block all day. Just staring at the prisoners.