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Kyle sat in the back of the Prisoner Transporter, sitting directly across from Bill Travis.Kyle had a burn on his face from where the attacker, which had been identified as " The Stinger", had thrown a live wire into his face. No problem, really. Kyle thought, A quick spray of Synth Skin and I'll be good as new. The prisoner's head bobbed up and down inside the blackout bag, quietly crying. Whether it was because of the gunshot wound, or the prison he was heading to, Kyle couldn't be sure. They were transporting the prisoner to Detainment Center 48-2, or as it was known in the criminal underworld, "The Grinder". It was called that because anyone taken into the Center had a tendency to come out no more than dead bio-waste. Almost all the prisoners inside Center 48-2 were there to be executed.

About two hours later; Kyle, Bill Travis, and a Splicer were in an interrogation room. The Splicers were some of the Government's more nasty employees. Hired solely to torture, interrogate, and then kill prisoners. And the methods they did this in was rather unpleasant. First, they would interrogate the subject, and if that didn't work, the torture would begin. The Splicers enjoyed using knives, electroshock, and branding irons to extract information. And if none of that worked, then the Splicers got to use their favorite toy, a machine that could "hack" into the human brain and steal information. using a 6" long probe, they would drill into a subject's skull (and ultimately the brain), insert the probe, and use extreme electric shocks to extract the information. This process usually obliterated the subject's mind, leaving it no more that a liquid mess inside their head. A rather nasty business that Kyle hated to watch.

The Splicer approached Travis. "Normally, we would interrogate you first, but we are short on time. so I will ask you once, and only once- where is the Resistance located?" The Splicer leaned over Travis, leering into the frightened man's face. Suddenly, Bill spat into the Splicer's face and yelled" I'd rather die before I betrayed the Resistance!" The Splicer wiped the spittle of his face and retreived something from his bag. The Splicer turned around, holding a drill and a probe connected to a hand-held computer. "Very well, the hard way then." Kyle quickly turned and walked out of the room, but not quick enough to avoid hearing William Travis' screams, and the sound of a drill boring through bone.