Source...Part 5 Recap:Slumped against the window on the cold concrete floor, minutes passed before Amos grabbed his head and jerked it down into the palm of his hands, rocking back and forth. The room inched closer as his head throbbed. Am I poisoned by the food? The thought sickened him further. But how did the person who threw the rock know?To die in this manner alone was the furthest plan he had for his future when offered a position at ICO. He suspected his family was the instigator behind the offer since they didn't believe he possessed the initiative to care for himself. Now, his imagined bellyache and erratic thoughts concerning the food were interrupted by a slightly familiar voice."Amos," the voice whispered loud enough several times through the window.He rose and moved closer to the thin curtain. Standing against the edge of the window dressed in dark gray tactical gear, an advanced breathing apparatus, and cap to disguise himself from the security cameras, stood a figure, the shape of which resembled a tall male.Amos listened quietly while the voice called out again, "It's me, Julius." A moment passed, then he whispered, "Julius Hempfort."Amos heaved a heavy, relieved breath. He grasped the cold bars and leaned his face against them. Rain beat down against the bars, but through the swirling storm, he knew the person to be true. It was his youngest sister, Annetta's, husband. His brother-in-law. The only person besides Annetta and his friend, Roy Watson, who believed in him and disbelieved the ICO's influence."Back away from the window and anchor yourself under the bed," Julius ordered.Amos didn't understand the plan but rushed toward the far side of the room then inched under the bed and secured his face against the wall, then wrapped his face with the bedsheet, placing the pillow on top.*The next mo
