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The room was sparsely furnished with a wash basin and a foam slab. Other bodily needs were taken care of in a separate room where a receiver would analyze any discharge for impurities, but if the length of stubble on Gustav's face was any indication, the need for that had expired some time ago.

Human contact had been limited to a young man bringing him meals, who had seemingly been ordered not to talk to him. But the uniformed young man would have been hard pressed to answer the ex-Controller's questions, simply because he didn't know the answers. If one were to follow the young man's rank, in ascending order, to find someone who did know the answers, one would find men and women at the top that would have had little to no reason as to why Controller Gustav had been charged for treason and incarcerated.

It was not unprecedented that a Controller would be punished for their respective agent's actions, this sort of thing happened. What was different here was that, though the Controller had been located and apprehended easily enough, the agent was no where to be found, and so the charges leveled against Gustav were a little vague, to say the least.

Also, the evidence that the agent under Controller Gustav had committed the crimes attributed to him was somewhat thin, and began to look more suspicious with each passing day. Somewhere above the pay grade of the militaristic young man who brought the ex-Controller his meals, were men and women who felt it was a little late to release Gustav and hope he accepts their apologies. Still yet, there were also a few men and women who felt that the man now sitting in the center of his cell meditatin, according to their monitors, was a mastermind who hadn't been squeezed hard enough for information concerning the whereabouts of his agent, Pedaf Truman. So it seemed that the ex-Controller's immediate fate had come to a stalemate.

Another problem, not to compound them, is that Gustav also didn't know where Pedaf Truman was, had in fact, lost him. In all actuality, he thought the military had come to inform him that the mission had been a success, that all four errant Subjects had been terminated, job well done. That notion had left him rather quickly with the introduction of the stun baton.