The commander sat alone in his quarters at his desk. What had he done? For this he'd share the same fate as the majority of the subjects in E Division if HQ ever found out. He'd been there for half an hour already with his head in his hands. He could end it all right now, all he'd have to do is give the word and it would be over. But something inside him forbid him to do it. He felt the guilt spilling out of every oraface in his body. He didn't know how he felt he could confide in this person he was basicly torturing 6 stories beneath his shoes. His mind was a sign post pointing him in multiple directions that he had no idea as to where they would take him. Three years of being holed up in the voidest region of sirius surrounded by aspirational and selfish nut cases had taken it's toll. This place was wrong, memories of Dr Hart's experiments on J deck haunted him to this day. The looks on the faces of his fellow humans inside those stasis tanks made him feel monstrous and responsible for every pain inflicted upon them.
Pulling his face out of his hands a thought occurred to him. A reason, a use for this man he had saved. He was the one in control of making sure the station remains secret, to make sure that word never got out as to what happened here, but this thought occured; Why why not let it? If word got out then all the experiments here would have to cease their progress. The colonies would get involved and all of the captives set free, this hell hole would be condemned and he could release his burden of guilt and feel free again. But what of his own fate? He would take the fall for responsibility if Cryer deny any affiliation, which they would. Surely he would escape from one prison into another.
He let his head fall into his hands again, an hour passed.
Commander Freeman pushed himself from his desk and strode to the door of his quarters, knowing now what he could do to make things right.
