You wake up. You look at the clock above the television: 4:18AM. Plumes of black smoke rise from the furnaces in the dark sky.
You throw off your blanket. Could you play a role and escape? Would they ever let you go if they knew you conspired against them? You really trust your boss with not escorting you to a guard station?
You go to the closet and take out the last box of microfilm. You pause with it in your hand. You remember the first guard raising his rifle and hitting you across the face. That’s where doubt ends up. You have no time to waste. You must finish this before ten this morning. Who knows what the day brings?