<P>"So you suggest we go get your chopper back, then," Dom stated. He nodded, already dreading another uncontrollable outburst on his part. He badly wanted to speak to Jess bout it... To explain that something was wrong with him, that he felt like a puppet. He wanted to scream about the whispering in his head, and he almost did at one point, only to be met with a shrieking pain in his brain, and a barely distinguishable screeching voice telling him not to mention it, never to mention it.
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<P>There was something wrong with him.
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<P>"We're still bugged," Jaime suddenly said, standing up.
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<P>"What?" three others said at the same time.
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<P>"Jock, Alex, we didn't have time to talk about it at UNATCO because we were separated. They didn't just bug your chopper, because how was I found? I was bugged. And if I was bugged, you were bugged. Hell, they'll know where we are within hours. Minutes. They'll recover some kind of order and realize that we're gone and need to be accounted for." He paused. "They might already be on their way."
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<P>"We're going," Dom said, regardless of his weariness. He probably hadn't slept in 48 hours. "Now." 