Prologue

The man screamed in agony as the machine crushed his arm, pulling him in inch by inch. He tried pulling his arm out from between the two rollers, but its near impossible getting arm out from under 3 tons of force. Panic consumed the man and he forgot to even try to reach for the emergency stop button as he could the rollers crushing the bones in his arm slowly. Men were yelling at him to stop the machine, but the glass case in which he worked and his painful screams were enough to drown it out. He pulled with all his might. But his hand was too close to the roller and it sucked the other arm in, renewing his agonizing screams. 

Soon men were surrounding the thick glass enclosure, trying to break through with anything they could get their hands on. The man could see blood oozing between the rollers and feel his shoulder being torn out of its socket, slowly. As he was screaming a manager found a key and ran down to the enclosure and unlocked it. He stumbled with the keys and dropped it. Another worker saw what happened and grabbed it, “Hurry up you fool, a man is dying in there!” He tried the keys searching for the one which would fit. After a few tries he finally found the correct one but as he opened the door and looked up, the agonizing screams came to an abrupt halt. Running to the machine he quickly switched it off, and found the man's head had been crushed. His ponytail got caught in the pool of blood and got pulled in with his body. They were too late. “Look what you did you fool! You people always have all the time in the world!” He threw his arms in the air.

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“Now now Andre’, do I need to remind you who you are talking to and calling a fool?” The manager responded.

“His blood is on YOUR hands! He had two kids, man!”

“And the company's insurance will pay them just fine.” 

“You son of a…” 

Before he could finish his sentence he swung his fist and hit the manager straight on the chin. The crowd turned into chaos as they tried to separate them. Fists flying from both sides as they were pulled apart. When they all settled the manager straightened his suit jacket and ran his hand through his hair. “Meet me in my office Andre’, after you have cooled down. I expect your inclock tag and uniform to be in your arms.”

Andre’ went to the locker rooms and got undressed, He put his civilian clothes on and folded his overalls. Timothy, a friend of his came over to him. “I’m really sorry you had to see that Andre’, I am really sorry any of us had to see that. He was a good husband and a good father to Jim and Carla.”