The door to Len’s cell opened, and the bright light irritated Len’s eyes. He was squinting so much he could barely see who entered the room. It had been three days since he’d seen sunlight, or even another human being.

“Hello, Comrade,” Viktor said cheerily.

“Did my information check out to your satisfaction?” Len asked. “Can I go now?”

“Yes, you are going somewhere, but it’s not where you're expecting,” Viktor said.

Len’s eyes adjusted to the light. He saw Viktor standing over him with a wide grin on his face. The brief time he had known him, he had never seen him smile.

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“Where are you taking me?”

“To meet your comrades, the ones who you created Dark Glider with,” Viktor said.

“They're here?”

“Nyet. You're meeting them in spirit.”

Someone from behind covered his face with a burlap sack. As it tightened, Len coughed as his lungs filled with dust.

Viktor chambered a bullet. Len heard the metal.

“I wasn’t truthful before. There are others I worked with,” Len said.

“I don’t think so. The other two gave us all of the information we needed. They lasted a lot longer than you, I might add. Don’t worry, I will make it quick.”

Len gasped, a rather large oval formed in the burlap sack. Len began to shake all over. He crumpled to the floor. Viktor grabbed and pulled the burlap sack. He shoved the weapon into the widening gap that was Len’s mouth and pulled the trigger. Viktor then pulled out his red phone and dialed.

“It’s done. Dark Glider is no more!”