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CONTINUED - by Dawn Penguin

When he regained consciousness, he was in the dark. He felt frantically
for his radio, his sidearm, and his glasses, all of which were where
they belonged. He was relieved, but confused. He appeared to be safe,
but it was difficult to tell in the dark. He stood up, reaching his
hands in front of him as he moved slowly forward. He hit a wall almost
immediately.

Suddenly, his radio crackled. He decreased the volume on it to barely
audible as he held it to his ear. Only static. He pushed the button on
the side and whispered, "Command? Come in Command. Over."

There was no answer. He snapped off the radio, intending to inform
Command later that it was rather stupid to have to carry a radio on such
a sensitive mission. He knew Command would disregard his complaint, but
he felt it was necessary to lodge it, regardless.

He followed the wall carefully, hoping to find a room. Or a light
switch. He was beginning to feel a bit grouchy over this whole thing. He
felt like he was just a puppet, his strings being pulled by Command, but
never really knowing what was going on. His shoulder hit something on
the wall.

It appeared to be a switch.

He flipped it.

The lights came on, to the sound of a crowd of people yelling,
"SURPRISE!" as they stood surrounding a beautifully decorated birthday
cake on the table.

Posted by Kim at June 27, 2005 10:03 PM