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|originalrun = 4 - 7 October 2014
|preceded = [[Fanon:Recruitment|Recruitment]]
|successor = [[Fanon:
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"Initiating upload of neural patterns now," Renhald said. Ben felt a short, sharp shock of pain running through his skull, then light-headedness. As if his mind were floating away from his body…
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When Ben came to for the second time, he found himself floating in…nowhere. A 3D grid stretched out before him, behind him - in all directions.
A voice from no particular source called out to him, "Lieutenant-General Faulkner, can you hear me?" It was Renhald.
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For almost an hour, the Doctor continued to search through Ben's mind. Throughout that time Ben's body functions became increasingly chaotic. Miami covered her mouth in anxiety lest she start screaming. Alex held his arm around her. Harry looked on in anticipation. Daniel did the same.
An alarm went off. "Doctor! We're losing him!" Ben began feeling light-headed again.
Ben's breathing sped up. His heart rate increased exponentially.
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"That was for the joke," she laughed as she wiped her tears away. "Totally ''not'' funny."
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After several days Ben was discharged from sickbay, as were the other patients afflicted with cholera. Corporal Philip Henderson, the only person who happened to be named Philip in the camp, was hunted down and
Ben and Miami entered the prison block of the camp. They stopped before Corporal Henderson's cell.
Ben stared angrily at man. He devoted all his brainpower to displaying his deep hatred for the traitor. The murderer. The killer who, had he succeeded, would have committed genocide of devastating proportions. Miami put her hand on his shoulder in sympathy and looked on into the cell, trying as hard as she could to stay neutral, lest she turn into the beast she feared from the emotional strain, and tear him to pieces.
Ben put no effort into such a venture. He continued to glare at the quisling who brutally and shamelessly butchered Private Thomas Rainer, who was simply doing the right thing.
"God damn you," Ben growled through the screen standing between him and the prisoner. He spat onto the floor. "May you burn in hell for eternity." He left the room. Miami, left alone, allowed herself a short glare at the betrayer before walking off, attempting to console herself as she went.
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'''''[[Fanon:Misfire|To be continued…]]'''''
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