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Achilles woke up from an uneasy sleep. He looked at the bedside clock and sighed. It was the fifth time he woke up that night, and the short sessions of sleep he'd gotten had been difficult and full of nightmares.

But each time he'd woken up with the feeling that something was missing. This time, nothing was missing any more.

Jubilee Hall was back.

Experiment: Day 3
September 26th

Curt opened his eyes, a scream still locked in his throat.

‘Lights,’ he choked, ‘fuck, lights, require: lights.’

Judging by the echo of her and Nelson's footsteps, Jubilee could tell when they'd reached a place that could either be the garage, or the execution range. The click-clack of their steps bounced around the vast space around her, and she hoped those weren't the last sounds she was hearing.

Experiment: Day 2
September 25th

Taylor hadn’t slept, that was obvious.

Magnolia made sure her footsteps were heavy as she approached. He was perfect, he was infallible, he always knew where she was – this information though, could slip when distracted, or tired.

Experiment: Day 1
September 24th

‘That is one big pile of shit.’

Here it is, big guy. The moment of truth. The coup d'etat. The ma-

"Shut the fuck up."

Yeah, sure, and watch you fail like your attempt at speedrunning Battletoads.

"That's different. Battletoads isn't going to up and shoot me."

Pro tip: Battletoads was mostly memorization. You have a bad memory.

"Welp, I'm dead."

No, but Mags might be.