A Crichton Story Part 8
by Lt Commander Lewis
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------John looked around his cell…he knew he shouldn’t be here…but he didn’t need to escape either.
John walked over to the camera stationed on the wall and he examined it.
Only video…no audio.
"Frell this! Don’t you frelling idiots know anything!" He yelled into the air.
John slumped down against the wall beneath the camera.
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After what seemed an eternity, but was only half an arn, several Peacekeeper officers’ came to his cell.
John stayed seated as the three Peacekeepers walked in.
"Took you frelling long enough." Spat John; he was in no mood for pathetic games.
"What is your name?" Asked the senior officer.
"Oh, like you don’t already know! Come on, you ran the gen scan already…but fine, you want to play it that way, fine. I am John Robert Crichton III, son of John Robert Crichton Jr. and Aeryn Sun. Happy now?"
John looked at the three Peacekeepers with hatred…Peacekeepers had taken away his family…his life.
The officer who asked his name turned and swiftly left; the other two grabbed John and dragged him down the hallway.
The two officers took him to the Captain's chamber and roughly threw him into one of the chairs. The chair at the large desk in front of John was turned around so that he could not see whoever was sitting there.
"Identify yourself." Said one of the officers to John.
"I already did you idiot! I’m John Robert Crichton III and you guys are a bunch of frelling idiots!"
John tried to stand up but was only shoved back into the chair.
"Well young Crichton…I was wondering when I would see you again."
John froze at the voice.
He knew that voice from somewhere…he just couldn’t place it…
To Be Continued…