Crazy Daze
Posted on January 30th, 2001 by Dante Smith

“Dang it! What the hell are you guys trying to do to me!” Dante lashes out at the wall…smacking it with his fist repetedly. “Freakin Rommie bastards!” He slams his fist one last time for good measure, and begins to settle. “Screw them for commandeering this freakin ship! And screw me, for letting them…” he slumps to the floor…huddled over his knees. “What the heck is wrong with me?!” Smith looses himself in a puddle of doubt and shame…not sure who his allies are, and who’s been lying to him…and why would Section 31 let something like this happen?

He keeps returning to the same thought…what if it was a deal? What if Section 31 made a deal with the Tal Shiar? What if the ship was the price for something? But what? And why didn’t they tell him? What if he were part of the deal? Were they going to torture him? He didn’t like the implications of that…why don’t they just tell him he’s part of the deal? Just tell them he’s supposed to give secrets…at least then he would know what to do…but he wasn’t sure if he could kill himself…or what, if any, secrets he was supposed to leak…

He curled up into a ball on the floor. There wasn’t much he could do now. If they wanted to torture him for info…or just for the sure thrill of it…he’d have to wait to find out…but now was the time for sleep…the cool floor would make that easy…

“Well, the situation has gotten worse.”

“I heard…one of the operatives slipped up…almost spilled the beans…and now we’ve got a crazy man on our hands.”

“Well, what should we do now?”

“The only thing we can do…exactly what he expects…”

The next day Admiral Zuriyev gets papers on his desk requesting the immediate transfer of Dante Smith to the Infirmiries on Outpost 72 for “psychiatric evaluation”. A runabout came 4 hours later…and he was gone…gone from the madness…straight in to the hands of his torturers.