Chapter 2-3: Pawn's Trial - There's a Method to His Madness

Jeremy- United States Senate- Day 5

            There was no way Carlos would be seen on the front lines. He was a desk worker, even with his past in Ecuador. The Faction needed logistics, and that’s what he did best. The only problem was that someone had decided the best place for the command and control was also the best place for the prisons. The prisons held Jeremy Glass.

            The former US Senator was rather enjoying his new housing, cracking jokes at the least appropriate times, and spreading the propaganda of the Faction, albeit with his own brand of sarcasm. Half the Faction believed he was insane, and half found him irritating, but no amount of complaints or threats could shut him up.

            His cell was made in the converted offices that held portions of the UHF server and Carlos’ cubicle. He had all the amenities of an office worker, including the pleasures of spinning chair. He was like a child in a playground, toying with everything the way it wasn’t intended to be toyed with and breaking anything he couldn’t play with.

            Brian’s mind was one of those things he couldn’t play with. Brian was one of those few volunteers who was truly devoted to the cause. He didn’t just want the United Sates changed; he wanted the Faction in control. This was an opinion Jeremy wasn’t willing to let sit. For three days he had pushed and pushed in an attempt to break the man, and on the tenth day he succeeded. Brian went into the field, and never came back. Jeremy would feel the sting of guilt, but only until he found a new individual to toy with.