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Listen, guys, can't we talk about this?

There's got to be something else I can do, right?

The D-Class subject, a willowy white guy with a badly receding airline,

pleads his case as three of us haul him toward the containment cell door.

I have hold of his right arm with my gloved hands. His words are slightly muffled, thanks to the hazmat suit I wear. The two other guards,

Camacho and Ron Hell, are also wearing hazmat suits. The D-Class subject, whose name I don't

know, is wearing a pair of bright orange shorts and

nothing else. When he doesn't get an answer from any of us, he keeps it up.

I've always been nice to you, right? Always followed the rules. I've never seen you before today,

Run Hell says. Well, check my record. It's spotless. I'm good at cleaning. I can clean for you.

As he speaks, he swivels his gaze away from Ron Hell, whose face is like a stone wall and toward mine.

I meet his eyes through the faceplate, and the fear I see on them cause a pang of sympathy.

You'll be fine, I tell him.

This isn't one of the bad ones. Just stay calm, and everything will be okay.

He doesn't believe me. Now, I don't blame him.

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