Transmission follows:
"Doctor Ludwig von Heinrich here. Can anyone hear me? If you are near here please listen to this radio transmission. I am a scientist that has just escaped from a top secret Soviet lab. I was being held as a hostage, kept alive only because of my superior intellect and atom-splitting skills. I wont say where I'm going in case this transmission is heard by the wrong person but if you are German or Italian keep on the lookout for me, and if you can help me that would be even better. . .I think I hear someone somewhere behind me, I must go. Remember what I said. Doctor von Heinrich out." Radio silence follows.

Captured 1
I shoved the handheld radio microphone back into my lab coat pocket and ducked behind a tree. I could definitely hear someone behind me, the question was, were they friend or foe? I heard the crunching of snow behind me then something hard hit me in the back of the head. I heard a crack, which I assumed was my skull collapsing under the force of the blow, then I blacked out.

I woke up handcuffed to a metal table in a brightly lit, white room. There were large mirrors on three of the room's walls, I assumed they were one way windows. I was obviously about to be interrogated, and I guess I wasn't the most trusted person on the planet according to my kidnappers.

"Ah, good. You're awake." I heard a speaker somewhere say. The door in the front of the room opened with a loud click. Two men stepped into the room and shut the door behind them. One of the men had blonde hair and a pair of intense blue eyes while the other had very light tan hair and cruel looking violet eyes. They sat across the table from me and the blonde haired man started talking immediately.

"Where is my brother?" he said, glaring at me. The man had a slight accent which I guessed was French.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." And for once I truly didn't.

"Forgive my colleague, he is having some family troubles at the moment. We have come here to talk to you about a more important matter. Doctor von Heinrich, what was your business for being in a secret American army stakeout right in the middle of Soviet territory?" the violet eyed man said. He also had an accent, although this one was very noticeable.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is a Russian like you doing with a Frenchman in what seems to be a secret facility." The blonde looked over at his colleague, confused. The violet eyed man seemed to understand what I meant, though.

"My dear doctor, he is Canadian, not French, although I can see how you would make that mistake. And to answer your question, I may be Russian but I abandoned the Soviet Union at the end of World War II," he replied.

"What do you want with me?" I asked.

"I am going to tell you only once so listen closely. You are in a top secret American military base called Area 51. We found you in Russian territory and brought you here to work with our other scientists. We have heard a lot about you, Doctor von Heinrich. We ask that you aid us in the production of atomic bombs for military use."

"That is the reason I ran away from that horrid laboratory in Russia, I would rather die than work for you," I interrupted.

"Unlike how you were treated in the Soviet Union, if you choose to cooperate we will give you as normal of a life as possible for your position. We will allow you all basic human privileges. At the old laboratory you worked at you were treated like a slave, here you will be treated as a valuable scientist."

"And if I refuse?"

"We will have to keep you locked up. You know too much about both sides already, releasing you would most definitely cause war if you were to talk about your experiences."

"At least give me some time to think, a decision like this isn't exactly an easy one."

"You can have as much time as you need. You will remain in this room until you decide. We will leave now, I imagine this must be a hard choice for you." Why was he smiling? The two got up to leave, leaving me at the table. The blonde man exited but the Russian stopped in the doorframe and rummaged through his pockets.

"Wait," I called out without thinking. He turned around.

"What is your name?" He smiled.

"Ivan. Ivan Braginsky." The Russian exited the room and closed the door behind him, leaving me still handcuffed to the metal table. I had a choice to make and it was obvious what my answer would be.