The old story is over, this is it's direct sequel. Enjoy!

Five months, that's how long it's been since me an my team were discovered floating in an Umbrella boat in the middle of the Atlantic. Since then, Guantanamo Bay has been my home. I've been a prisoner of a country I once served so diligently before they kicked me out the door. The Umbrella trials have been going on for years, since Raccoon City, and I've been one of hundreds of witnesses to the real nature of the pharmaceutical giant. With the promise of freedom shining on the horizon like the morning sun, how could I refuse to testify? My former bosses, staring up at me on the stand as vultures eye their prey. It's been three weeks since last I was called to testify, and yet here I sit, pondering my fate, wondering if they truly will set me free.

I'm in a room sitting in a metal chair in front of a metal table, waiting to meet a representative to talk with me about what's going on. I look at the clock on the wall, three ten, he's ten minutes late. I roll my eyes wondering what else I should have expected from a tool of the government. Just as I do so, the door opens and in walks Gary Binham, my only connection to the outside world. "Hey Jacobs," he says. "Gary." My lack of enthusiasm is clear. "What's the deal here? I did my part, when do I get to leave?" I ask immediately, skipping the BS. "Well, you're team is actually boarding a boat right now to Miami, and from there, they will be brought back to their hometowns. Only you are still stuck here for now."

My jaw clenches and my eyelid twitches but I stay calm and ask, "And why the hell is that? It's been three weeks, I guess I shouldn't have bothered testifying for you guys after all if I'm just going to rot in a cell anyway." Gary quickly counters, "I said you were stuck here FOR NOW. I won't BS you, you really made a huge impact on the trial along with your team. It was crucial to have firsthand witnesses to the militant aspects of Umbrella. But, you still can't leave yet." Now, I totally lose it. I fly out of my chair, it falls backwards to the floor behind me and I pound my fist on the table hard enough to dent it. I scream, "That's bull****! I kept up my end of the ****ing deal! How many hoops do I have to jump through for you!?"

Gary just stares at me calmly and says "Just one more. Tell me, you were in Desert Storm right? How do you feel about some more desert combat?"

To be continued... Just to whet your appetites for now.