<P>The glass windows of UNATCO's cells were made thick, so that escape through them was made impossible. So thick, in fact, that if you were to force a human body up against them, and press it with unimaginable pressure, the human body would be completely mutilated before the glass would ever sustain a single scratch.
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<P>And this is what happened as Alex Jacobson and Jock watched from inside his cell. Watched as Gunther Hermann pressed the body of Garrett up against the window. Watched as the trooper's head exploded into a red mess, regardless of his helmet, completely soundless. Gunther dropped the crumpled body onto the floor. Fresh blood oozed down the glass.
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<P>Complete. Dead. Silence.
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<P>Gunther stared at his drenched hands. He looked up at Alex. Said nothing. Made no motions. Breathed heavily. Alex stood in disbelief. Mouth hanging open. Eyes full of soundless shock. Jock swore quietly.
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<P>Jaime, in the other cell, turned around to vomit.
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<P>Gunther Hermann left the building. 
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<P>Dom stepped into the room. His entire squad was bored. Didn't know what to do. Did the same nothing every day. Wanting to see their families, but not allowing themselves to. Feeling too lost.
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<P>"Go home," Dom said.
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<P>Everyone stared at him.
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<P>"Everybody go home. Visit the people you want to visit. You don't have to be a part of this anymore. Things are going to get dangerous. I want you to go home. All of you."