Welcome to Paradox- Ookami

   
 Ookami kicked off his dirt encrusted to the side at the entrance and with a tired stressed groan he sank into the warm vinyl cushions, the couch embracing his body. He closed his eyes, bringing his hand to his face, covering his eyes, bringing his hand to his face, covering his eyes.  Hopefully, Big Brother would accept his report and assign him something far way from the Paradox. 
   
  He never knew if it was the falling of the mug off the the kitchen counter or the sound of his door that came crashing down, that formulated the memory of the next sequence of events, but he leapt up, twisting, seeing only those black gray uniforms, surrounding him, the rough thick canvas like sack. coming down head and tightening with a sick zip around his neck.
  The process seemed like an unending nightmare, there was nothing he could do but blindly shuffle forward. The cloth was suffocating him, pressing against his clammy face. He longed to claw at it, tear it away, draw in a fresh gulp of air. He felt the metallic coldness of the what he assumed was the gray delivery truck that he had seen so often, but he never assumed it would ever come for him. 
  The gray delivery truck rattled down the street, and inside the stuffy back, is the smell of sweat and fear. All crammed together, indistinguishable, hooded, the only sounds are the low muffled moans that escape the weary bodies.  It was too surreal the stopping and being yanked out, and stumbling off, Ookami felt himself being shoved among the others. 
  Leather gloves pressing against his neck, as his clothes were stripped off, and in another time and place, this would have humiliated him beyond measure, but as he was shoved into a the tiny holding cell, holding a blue uniform, the hood yanked off his head, the reality of his situation began to sink in.
  He was alone, the cell barely wide enough to take four steps in either direction. "At least tell me why!" He yelled again and again, banging his hand against the steel wall. He was M E, sweat was pouring off his body, soaking him, he could smell it, eminanting from him, the thick rank scent of fear.