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@@ -9,9 +9,10 @@ I get to the barracks just past midnight and walk in to the main door.
 The guards are there. There's a bunch of guys standing around in 
 uniforms, their faces covered by bandanas and ready to go on shift 
 with a few people getting off shift. Without missing a beat I look to 
-the officer that's working the front desk. He's a middle aged older 
-guy with a beard and thick black hair. I notice at least two men 
-talking to him. He nods to me and I continue on to the central area.
+the officer that's working the front desk. He's a middle aged guy with 
+a beard and thick black hair who looks like he's been through a lot. I 
+notice at least two men talking to him. He nods to me and I continue 
+on to the central area.
 
 Grabbing a towel, I toss it over my shoulder and push past the 
 officers. Walking in to the shower I take a seat in the corner to 
@@ -46,6 +47,40 @@ fence." I felt the sting in my stomach. Rodrìguez was my best friend.
 We've known each other our whole lives. I had to be the one to tell 
 his family.
 
+Before that could happen my squad leader arrived in silence, looking a 
+little uncomfortable. It took him a few minutes to work up the nerve 
+but he broke the silence. He said we needed to go to Central Base to 
+meet with the Lieutenant Colonel and then he'd take me back.
+
+"I can drive" I offered as we approached the vehicle. "Leave me the 
+wheel," he laughed and we zipped through the desert air and down the 
+compound's tight, gravel trails.
+
+Pulling up before the entrance to Central Base half hour later I got 
+out and went around the gravel parking lot. I had to walk through an 
+armed gate in order to approach the the door. I nodded and waited for 
+the door to be opened.
+
+The Lieutenant Colonel turned to face me as I walked in to her office, 
+smiled, and shook my hand. "I'm glad to meet you", she said. I nodded 
+and then realized I had to sit somewhere. In front of the door was a 
+vinyl chair and while I sat down, I felt my arms burn up. My squad 
+leader remained standing near the door.
+
+"When did you last talk to Rodrìguez?" she asked.
+
+"I haven't spoken to him since I left him in the detention center," I 
+told them. "He called me this morning."
+
+In that moment the office door opens and in comes the General, who 
+promptly orders me to come with him.
+
+We walk down a guarded hallway to a large white box marked "Isolation 
+Cell", the exterior of which which was decorated with two small 
+paintings and flowers on the walls. It had "1.0" written next to the 
+sign by hand. The door was closed so that I couldn't see what was 
+inside.
+
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