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The Variable Man stands in the middle of the small round cell. There are no port holes to look out into the void of space. Its cold, Gardner checks his wrist watch with its thermometer reading 40 degrees beyond his body. He tugs his down vest tighter against his chest and lets a long visible breath out. The one-shot-gauntlet flexes in his grip and the lethal-dart slides out slightly. Gardner stands at attention in front of the hatch door that was just closed behind him a minute before. He watches as Thayer circles around Keary Stratten. The slump of shoulders underneath the thin army blanket and emaciated appearance told the casual observer that Stratten wasn’t a threat. Still Thayer made a quick study of Stratten, sweeping his long overcoat closer to his slender body. “Kind of spooky to see this,” Gardner thought. “Looks like a damn undertaker measuring up a future stiff. Hell, I guess Stratten isn’t far away from that prospect. He’s lost a lot of weight since I saw him in court. Can’t believe it’s been 2 years. The guy’s not far from muscle atrophy. Folks in stasis don’t make it forever but I’d imagine the powers-at-be don’t want the fucker to last a long time.” Thayer stopped in front of Stratten. The slight dangling of chains and manacles betrayed him.
Approximate Word count = 879
Approximate Pages = 3.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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