Narration(Grant): The days leading up to Xander’s banishment had been dark ones, dangerous ones.

Narration(Grant): Eugene had raged against the feds in those infuriatingly subdued tones he used when he was really, really trying to play nicely.

Narration(Grant): And one day he’d stopped pretending to be someone else.

Narration(Grant): Gone were the myriad faces, goofy accents, long hair. Disguise had helped, made it easier.

Narration(Grant): And Eugene had never wanted to believe he was the person he saw in the mirror. With those unmerciful, vicious, unshaded eyes. Fine. High time he stopped living in a fantasy.

Narration(Grant): That day I walked into Fort Hunter Liggett’s Mess Hall…there had just been one problem.

Narration(Grant): I realized he was going gray at twenty-five. It must have been happening for years, but he’d never let it show.

Narration(Grant): And it shocked me to see the young man crumble under the pressure we had put on him.

Narration(Grant): We had driven him.

Marozi: Hey you all right man?!

Grant: American war does bad things to you.

Grant: Gee, I don’t know how much trouble you’d be in if you missed your audit.

Grant: May I introduce Captain Bright, Director of our Criminal Actions Division?

Marozi: Well, boys, I’m here for my overseer’s audit, if you’ll just show me the way.

Narration(Grant): Good. So he’s not a blithering idiot after all.

Bright: We heard from a Mr. Barazza regarding this interrogation.

Bright: He wanted to speak with you. I told him you’d call back later today.

Grant: You acquired his return phone number, I expect?

Grant: Thank you, Captain Bright.