By now, I was a willing participant and in a totally different frame of mind.Gone was the strong minded jock that would look down and sneered at sissy...guys.The gang had broken me and changed me and my mind set.*Saturday*On Saturdays, the gang was in the yard playing basketball against another prison section.I wasn’t feeling going outside, so I stayed in my cell.A guard walked by and handed me, the morning paper.I sat on my bunk flicking thru the paper, until I reached the sports pages.With my. Usne mujhe andar ane ko kaha maine andar a gaya or wo boli sir sonu to kaam pe chale gai hai,maine jan bhuj kar kaha maine use kaha tha ki main use ghar se leka apne sath ki kaam per jaoga lakin wo bhi to Geeta sonu ko phone karne lagi to maine phone katwa diya or Geeta se kaha ki chalo maine chaltaHugeeta boli sir please tea to pe lijiye maine dil maine kaha ki maine kaha jane wala tha,phir wo tea banana kitchen main chali gai or maine geeta ko pani ke liye awaj lagai,usne shayad suni nahi or. Carlos could not shake thefeeling that something was terribly wrong. "Manuel, Usted no ha respondidoa mi pregunta, ?qu? est? pasando," Carlos solemnly asked again.Manuel stared into the mirror, his mind fighting a herculean battle tograsp those words, barely able to even find them in that shrouded cornerof his mind, the mental fog billowing in to envelop them. He forced out apitiable cry, "Carlos,... Por...fav..or, ay?d..enme ne.ces..ito ay..uda!"[Carlos, please help me, I need help!]Carlos'. I was glad to have the refurbished bit of pre-Confederacy history.So what if it were non-standard? The little shuttle was even jump capable, had a pair of light-weight point defense weapon mounts, and a medical tube and TWO sleep learners. Cargo was limited, and if we did hyperspace jumps the crew and passenger manifest had to be clipped to seven because of life support limitation. Messenger of the Gods wasn't even assigned to a class.There were two shuttle pilots and four Marines—and me—on.