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|25| Faster, Better, Stronger

I glared at Duke. I was so infuriated. I held my gun in my hands in a tight grip. Maybe I couldn't do this anymore...was it even worth it? No, I guess it wasn't. "C'mon, Reill," Duke said, "Give me your gun." I didn't protest. I slowly handed it to him. Curtosity of an angered Snake Eyes, handcuffs were put on my wrists.
"Reilly Hauser, I can help you," General Hawk proposed. I looked up at him from across the steel aluminum table in the interrogation room. Duke stood on the other side of the room, up against the door. He looked all tough, his arms across his burly chest, a stern expression on his face, listening to what Hawk had to say. I had cuts and sweat on my face, my hair mousy and straight. I tiredly blinked, and looked back down, "You can't help me, Hawk."
"Come on, Reilly," Hawk barked, "You can switch back over in time. We can help."
I didn't reply; I kept my head down, staring at the table.
"Duke," Hawk sighed, leaving the talking to him. He walked away and turned the doorknob, and out of sight.
It was dreary and depressing in this interrogation room, the walls unclean and dark, only two lights that barely shone. Duke came further towards me and took a seat in front of me.

"Reilly, we both know this needed to stop. It's not about just Rex, right? Mentally you believe we're the enemy." Duke said, addressing me directly. I hesitantly looked up at my brother. It's funny; I look back now and realize how much both of us have changed. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd be in this situation when I was a kid. Duke and I had always been really close, and of course, now we weren't. It was just weird to compare our old relationship to our new one.
"True." I stated. "I can't take it, Duke..."

Duke arched an eyebrow at me, "You can't take it? What do you mean? I give you every opportunity in the world to come back, to start over." His voice started to rise, "And you throw that all away for some guy who didn't tell you he was alive for five years! You turn your back on your own fucking blood-related brother. You could've killed me, or anyone on this team. Are you mentally stable, Reilly? Or did Rex not only fuck you, but fuck up your brain as well?" Duke was completely enraged. And he wasn't done.

"You're my freakin' sister. I'm supposed to guide you and make sure your alright. Now look what you've become. And for a guy, dammit!" Duke shouted, "We can and will help you. The nanomites may not be in that brain of yours to control what you do, but we're sure as hell going to fix you. Snake Eyes can help, he can re-program you." Duke reasoned.
"I can't." I let the words escape my lips carefully. Mentally, I couldn't break away from COBRA. Physically, maybe. But never mentally. Snake Eyes could try, but it would never work.

"You can't?" Duke snarled, then muttered, "Then I'll make you."