His face frowned in an instant, his bloody fingers rolled tight to a fist and he banged his hands against the table with all his might. Erick Mantle was awake, he couldn't believe that he was going to be arrested to his quarters; after all he was only doing a great service to society, when he killed the entire German crew that had arrived at the international space station last week. At least, his deranged mind was telling him that and there was no one on the rig, on this life or in the next, able to persuade him that he had committed the most heinous crime; an act of terror.
"Possessed all of 'em...Possessed, you hear me?"
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