A loud buzz shattered any chance I had to sleep, and I stared at the window, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Oh, you slept the rest of the day. That's the morning alarm to wake everyone up."

My arms shook as I pushed myself into a sitting position. Every inch of my body screamed in agony as I swung my feet down to the ground.

Yunagi rushed to my side, "I hope they don't expect you to attend the rehabilitation classes! You can barely sit up by yourself!"

Food was dropped off by a smirking guard, "You have half an hour to be ready for the rehabilitation class."

I grabbed my food from Yunagi's hands, "Something tells me that I am going to the one today, regardless of my health."

The door opened, and Tanner walked in, "You look like crap. What'd they do to you?"

"They electrocuted him! And those insane people are expecting him to attend the class regardless of how weak he is!"

Dropping my tray onto the mattress, a sigh escaped my mouth, "Yunagi, keep your voice down unless you want them to target you."

A hand reached out, "We'll make sure that you don't fall over. Here's hoping that today's 'lesson' is going to be short."

Walking was a challenge, but the crew who had been at the duel stayed near me, somehow knowing about my problem without me seeing a conversation happening. When we arrived in the room where we would have our 'lesson', they stood around me like an honor guard.

Once everyone was in lines, Giant Whale started yelling, "Straighten up you vagrants! For today's rehabilitation lesson, we invited the Director, Rex Goodwin, to speak about the purpose of the Public Security Bureau."

About the time that was said, my left knee temporarily gave out. Tanner quietly grabbed my jacket until I regained my balance. Unfortunately for me, my stumble drew the attention of Director Goodwin. I made eye contact with the man who was Jack's boss, and most likely the reason I was here. He started talking, "The purpose of the Bureau is to make sure the city runs as smoothly as possible. We make sure that those who are undesirable are taken away from the chosen and put in an environment that is better suited for them, such as the Satellite."

I think he continued for a long time, but I just stopped listening to him. My attention was more focused on trying not to fall over. After far too long, he finally stopped talking and we were allowed to leave. Our group was filing out of the room when Giant Whale stopped me, "Wait a moment reject. The Director would like to have a private word with you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tanner and Yunagi tense up when they heard that, but I waved them on and obediently went to talk with Director Goodwin. Of course the bastard wants to talk to me.

He was standing in a smaller room, trying to look impressive, yet utterly failing. I quietly walked in and he turned to me, "What happened to your mark, the one that showed up in the stadium?"

Despite my fatigue, I felt something inside of me that Crow used to call "Satellite Spit-Fire" rise up, causing me to lock eyes with this man, "My memory of that night is very hazy, but I think I would remember if a 'mark' showed up on my arm."

This man clearly didn't know a thing about Satellites, because he tried to intimidate me with a glare, "I'm not kidding young man. Tell me what happened."

Keeping my face completely neutral, I robotically replied, "The only mark on my body that I am aware of is the one on my face. If the people who tested me yesterday didn't see it, then it clearly doesn't exist."

To my humor, the Director swept out in a huff that reminded me of a child who didn't get the toy they wanted.

My humor vanished the second guards came to get me. The way they were smiling did not indicate a nice return to my cell.


A/N: Thanks to Pipe Dream and Lets-Go-To-Vermont for reviewing the first version of this chapter!