Andrew felt as though the handcuffs were going to cut off all circulation to his hands. The guards seemed to do
it on purpose. The two gigantic men lumbered on either side of Andrew, each held a huge paw on one of Andrew’s
elbows.
Once they were outside of Andrew’s cell, the woman spoke up. “My name is Ms. Melon. That is how you will address
me should we encounter each other after today. You will follow me this way to the elevator, please.”
The hallway was eerily quiet, probably as it was constructed out of cement, Andrew figured. A drab, lifeless
hallway. The elevator wasn’t much better. The room on the third floor up was a different story, however. It was
a ginormous, ware-house, perhaps even football-field-sized gym, filled with at least 200 people by Andrew’s
reckoning. Not just ordinary people, either. Only the hugest, heaviest men Andrew had ever seen. Many even
dwarfed his guards.
“This is sure to be your favorite place in your new life. Over the next year and a half, you will be subjected
to the most effective workout routines here. That, combined with the most cutting-edge chemical regimen, will
make you very similar to my friend 09721 over there on bench 4, here in area B.”