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Date Posted: 15:24:01 05/23/02 Thu
When Madeline arrived on Soviet soil, a faint inkling of hope still remained.
It was an irrational hope, the same hope held by everyone when they first arrive at Five. A vague belief that their assignment would be short term, that within a few weeks, a month at the outside, Section would retrieve them, pull them from the Hell that was Five, and return them to the relative comfort of their lives at One.
Madeline, coming from a position at Adrian’s side, had more reason than most to believe she would receive a reprieve, and perhaps that is why realisation, when it came, was so difficult to deal with. For many at Five, hope faded slowly, killing them as surely as any wound. But for Madeline, it was shattered early on, left wrecked and bleeding in the heavy snow by the sting of a bullet.
That injury, barely two weeks into her tenure, almost killed her. But it wasn’t the wound itself that devastated her, it was the reality. Her life at Five had begun and, like those there before her, and those who would come after – there was no escape.
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