Back to the
beginning. No not along some airfield under dark clouds, no sound of thunder
only that of machine guns! The coming together between Number 6 and Number 1
had not gone well, in fact the falling out had begun long before that. I hadn’t
realized you see, that it had been me all the time, me the Prisoner! I knew
what was going to happen, I knew to resign, that The Village wasn’t right, but
to resign was the next logical step, to tell them what they could do with The
Village. I never imagined I would find myself back there. I will not be pushed
filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered. You won’t hold me!
Won’t we? Come, let me show you that we will...................
Be seeing you
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