Autopsy him? And then cremate him?

 

Those were his best guesses.

 

He was sure the guards had been told he was a murderer and also guilty of

treason. They would have no sympathy for him.

 

And he didn’t want any.

 

Once, someone arrived carrying a medical bag.

 

One of the guards hit him with what he assumed was the same gas that Jericho had

deployed against him. He fell senseless to the floor.

 

Later, when he awoke, he saw the bandages on his arms and legs. When he looked

under them he saw the incisions. They had taken pieces of him away. Maybe for

analysis.

 

They are kicking the tires of the freak.

 

He was just waiting. Biding his time. He ate his food, drank his water, used the

toilet, showered with the hose. Slept and woke. Slept and woke.

 

Yes, just biding his time. His patience, he had proven, was infinite.