I know it's not the way it turned out, but I still prefer it. ;-)

I guess every little girl dreams of being married in a white dress and all that. I wasn't any different, but I gave up that dream a long time ago. It must've had something to do with going to prison for life. Of course, if prison hadn't stopped the dream, waking up in the white room did.

Eyes--green as glass--that's the first thing I saw when I woke up. Eyes surrounded by the angelic face of an ascetic. Well, appearances can be deceptive, don’t cha know. After all, he thought I was a cold-blooded killer.

Section One has done it’s damnedest–no make that Madeline and Operations have done their damnedest to keep Michael and me apart. You’d think they’d have more important things to do, like saving the world from terrorists.

Yeah, I bought Madeline’s line in the beginning. Now, I know better. I’ve seen too much. Adrian, for all her faults, opened my eyes to Operations hunger for power and control. Her cheap shot about Madeline’s sleeping with all the young studs hit home, too. Granted I was pretty involved with whether or not I was going to live another five minutes, but I heard it, just the same.

I always wondered about Madeline . . . and Michael. I mean I don’t care how much or how little or even what they did in the past. I know that Michael loves me, now.

Now . . . that’s what really sucks. Section forced me into a marriage with a Red Cell contact. Helmut-schmelmut. Oh, I fucked him, all right. No drugs or adjustment to help with that scenario. I just shut my eyes and thought of the good of the world . . . and how someday, I’m gonna get even.

Believe me, he’s no Michael. And I know whose is bigger.

Saying good-bye to Michael nearly killed me. He’s become a part of me, you see. I don’t know if he feels the same terrible desolation that I feel–like I’m missing an arm . . . or a big piece of my heart. I want to cry . . . only I can’t because I’m on my damn honeymoon. I’m supposed to be a radiant bride.

My husband is in the next room, entertaining a Red Cell connection. He’s made it clear that I’m to be nice to his friend–on my honeymoon yet.

His charm has worn off more quickly than I’d expected. But I have a little surprise for Helmut and his friend.

Helmut dies tonight. You see, I take my wedding vows very seriously. I swore ‘till death us do part.’

FINI

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