We placed the guard's body out of the way, in case an unexpected patrol passes by the shack. We discussed our situation, scribbling on the dirt floor.

"Let's see," said a Negro man scrawling a rough outlay of the camp on the dirt. "There are towers in the corners of the camp. The guards are armed with machine guns. The guards who patrol the inmate areas only have iron truncheons. Each of the guard towers have huge spotlights. We need to take out the spotlights. I noticed an electrical circuit breaker on the side of the administration building. If we smash the circuit breaker, we could knock out the lights."

"What about emergency power?" asked a woman.

"I think the spotlights don't run on emergency power," asaid another man.

"At this time," said Michael Hurley, "There are about twenty or so guards in the facility, including the ones manning the towers. There is a U.S. Army base nearby, and the guards might call for reinforcements from the Army. We need to cut off phone lines and emetgecny radio."

"I think it's routed near the circuit breaker," said the Negro. "If we take out the circuit breaker, we can cut off communications."

"We'd better move fast," I said. "The others will want to find out what happened to our friend here."

"If we just stay here, we'll end up in that death furnace," said Maggie.

After we made our escape plans, a few of us weent out to execute them. I stalked through the wooden shacks, trying to avoid the spotlights. Within minutes, I reached the tool shed. I went into the wooden shed and got myself a shovel. Then I sneaked across the camp, until I was just a few yards away from the administration building, with its heavily guarded entrance. I went around the side and I found the circuit breaker, lockesd with a rusty old padlock.

I used the shovel to break open the lid. I saw the switches for various sections of the camp, as well as the main power switch.

I flipped off the main power switch, and suyddenly the whole camp went dark. I then hit the circuit breaker with the shovel with all my strength.

Sparks flew as this created a short circuit, even starting a fire. I thanked the Lord that I was not electrocuted.

I wenty around the darkened camp. Guards were already pouring into the inmate area. The inmates were fighting back, and they seemed to be winning! I guess the guards were used to beating prisoners as they were tied up, and not used to them fighting back. I wielded the shovel as a huge club, whacking the guards in their heads.

Then I heard machine gun fire. The guards at the towers were firing the machine guns to put down this uprising.

I rushed right into the administration building, huge shovel in hand. I started swinging this thing like crazy, which was very effective, since I had a longer reach than the guards' truncheons and since there was no room in these narrow hallways for the guards to dodge the shovel. I went into an office and pikced up the phone.

There was no dial tone. The phones were out, which meant that they could not call the police or the Army for backup.

"Come on!" shouted Maggie. "We have to find the bus!"

So the two of us headed out. We went to the parking lot where the Bureau of Prisons transport buses were stored. Maggie used a crowbar to jimmy one of the doors open, and then she and I went inside the bus. She hotwired the bus, starting its diesel engine and then put it into gear.

She drove right rhough the chain-link fence and into the inmate area. The prisoners all went towards the bus, some firing machine guns which I guess they acquired from the guards in the towers. Over three dozen packed the bush. Then Maggie stepped on the gas, tearing through the wooden shacks and then the chain link fence. We were soon out of the Presidio and on the San Francisco city streets. Wtihin twenty minutes after boarding the bus, we were heading south on the Bayshore Freeway.

Over an hour later, Maggie parked the bus on a side road off the 101, just south of Gilroy.

"We can't sneak across the border to Mexico in a huge prison transport bus," she said. "We'll need to appropraite some transportation."

"You're part of a resitance movement, right?" I asked. "Can you contact them?"

"Everyone in my cell is either dead or in a camp, aside from those of us in this bus," she replied. "The only way we communicate is by sending music CD's by mail. They contain hidden encrypted messages within."

"There's a car dealership in Salinas, just south of here," said Michael Hurley. "There should be enough cars for us."

"Why did you join the resistance?" I asked Maggie.

"The Aryan Revolution destroyed the freedoms this country was founded on," she said. "George Washington gave his life so we can be free."

"Who?" I asked.

"General George Washington. He was the commander of the American Revolutionary Army during the first Revolution. He was killed in the Battle of New York, but the American victory there dealt a crippling blow to the British, allowing this country to gain its independence.

"Now, government historians claim that Washington was betrayed by the Jews, and that Jews had been seeking to undermine freedom in this country. But it wasn't Jews who destroyed freedom in this country; it was the Aryans."

I looked at my watch. Tomorrow, I slide out.

"I was glad I was able to help out," I said.

After an hour or so, Maggie started the bus and headed south.

I spent the next day hiding out in a forest on the slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Hours ago, I and the other escaped inmates looted a 7-Eleven in Salinas for food and stuff, as well as cigarettes. We then borrowed some cars from a Volkswagen dealership nearby.

I told Maggie and the others about me, and the truth about me.

"That's an interesting story, Colin," said Maggie. "So you;'ve been to worlds where this Aryna Revolution did not take place in thius country."

"That's right," I said. "There are better places than this, and hopefully tomorrow morning I will end up in such a better place"

"Well, I think I'm gonna stay here," said Maggie.

"Are you crazy?" asked one of the escapees. "We should head south into Mexico. We can make our way to Argentina from there."

"George Washington did not run away in the face of tyranny," said Maggie. "He and his fellow Revolutionaries chose to make their home a better place. That's what I'll do, and I hope you will join me to make this world a better place."

"I'm coming along too," said Michael Hurley.

"I'd join you, if I had a choice," I said.

The next day, I awoke in a motel somewhere in Utah. It was some cheap place where cash was sufficient asnd the owners asked no questions. I even got myself some cereal and Minute Maid orange juice from some liquor store.

"It's time for me to go," I said. I showed them my watch.

Maggie kissed me on the cheek. "Goodbye, Colin."

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

then I felt as if I was falling.

I found myself inside a warehouse of some sort, with boxes containing electronic equipment. I recognized boxes with Sony and Toshiba and Mangavox equipment, and there were a few names I didn't recognize. There were already people working there, so I decided to stay hidden as I made my exit.

I went to a door and went outside. It opened into an alley where there was a lot of junk. I went out into the street.

I was an an industrial area, with no landmarks that could tell me what city I was in. I checked my watch, I had sixty hours.

I knew what I had to do. I had to go to a library, find out what I can about this world, and then find someone who can help me. I looked up, and I hoped that I can reunite with my brother and friends soon.

NOT THE END