Dark Gamble Pt. 2:

Simone’s Notes:

Risk is a concept that denotes a potential negative impact to some characteristic of value that may arise from a future event, or we can say that "Risks are events or conditions that may occur, and whose occurrence, if it does take place, has a harmful or negative effect". Exposure to the consequences of uncertainty constitutes a risk. In everyday usage, risk is often used synonymously with the probability of a known loss. Risk communication and risk perception are essential factors for all human decision making. There are many definitions of risk that vary by specific application and situational context. Risk is described both qualitatively and quantitatively. Qualitatively, risk is proportional to both the expected losses which may be caused by an event and to the probability of this event. Greater loss and greater event likelihood result in a greater overall risk. Frequently in the subject matter literature, risk is defined in pseudo-formal forms where the components of the definition are vague and ill-defined, for example, risk is considered as an indicator of threat, or depends on threats, vulnerability, impact and uncertainty.

0:58 July 31st 1917:

The military was left to pick up the pieces. Kathleen gathered up the money. Brandon and his crew were working with what was left of Mrs. Paddock. Andrew and Nathan were examining the dead dog. Nately and Demetria processed the station wagon. Daphine tended to his wounds.

“Keep still!” she ordered him. “I can’t work properly if you keep moving around so much!”

“I’m fine!” Mustang snapped at her. He moved away from and turned to his men.

“Havoc, Falman,” he ordered. “Check to see if there are any cases related to Mrs. Paddock!”

“Sir!” the men replied as they saluted. Then they headed back to Central Headquarters. Mustang turned back to Daphine. She looked slightly annoyed.

“You really to let me finish now?” she asked. Mustang paused for a moment.

“Yeah, go ahead,” he said.

“Thank you,” his woman hissed. Then she picked up on her work. “So how bad was it?” Mustang sighed in distress.

“I left the primary suspect and the location to where Peyton is,” he replied. “So, not so good!”

“I see,” the nurse said softly. Mustang sighed again.

“We were so close!” he said aloud. “Now we are back at square one!” Daphine lightly rubbed on his chest in sympathy.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll find her alive.” Mustang just smiled and nodded. Time was ticking against them quickly.

 

1:23 July 31st 1917:

Peyton still sat up straight in her glass cage. Her tears were dried out now. The fear had taken over her mind. The light flipping on and off wasn’t helping either. The incubi were still below her playing poker. Peyton was losing it really badly.

“Listen guys,” she said trying to humor them. “You think that you can try to determine a winner soon? I really miss my friends. They probably told my parents now. So can you play a little faster? Please?” The incubi by just ignored her. Peyton sat there in silence.

“Maybe not…” she mumbled.

“Shut it, would yet?” Dr. Pierce asked her. “You distract me when you talk to us. When I’m distracted, I have a greater chance of losing! And trust me, your life depends on if I win or not! So keep that in mind.” Peyton went silent really fast. The good doctor smirked to himself.

“That’s what I thought!” he said aloud. The game went on. Peyton fell back into panic again. Then the light flipped back on. She squinted in misery yet again.

“Cut that damn light off!” she wailed out. But then, she heard something click off. The private first class opened her eyes wider and noticed something. She knew there was a camera watching her. But now, Peyton saw an air fan and a light right in front of her. The fan wasn’t moving at all. The soldier doll came to a grim realization.

“My air supply gets cut off when they turn on the light!” she murmured aloud. The private tried to calm down and think about what to do. She looked down at the pistol in her hand and came up with an idea.

 

1:25 July 31st 1917:

Demetria sat at the computer by herself looking at the screen. She noticed that Peyton was taking some gum out of her apron pocket and putting it into her ears. The hostage then slowly moving her pistol upwards in her chained hands. Her friend became really worried.

“What are you doing Goldie?” she asked the screen. Peyton continued to move the gun. The other private was fearing the worst.

“Don’t do it, Goldie!” she said. Peyton turned the gun away from her chin to the camera. She pulled the trigger as best as she could and fired. The screen went black. Anger shot through her friend really fast.

“Damn it!” she screamed out. “You stupid bitch! Damn you! You have to live! Damn you! Damn you!” But then, the screen lit up again. Peyton now had one of the glow sticks perfectly lit up. Demetria sat back laughing happily. Travis came in and saw the latest sight. He too was relived.

“At least she’s holding it together,” he said. The private just nodded.

 

The Warehouse:

Dr. Pierce just smirked to himself as he was about to deal the next hand. “Well, what do you know?” he asked aloud. “The doll has figured it out!”

“Who cares?” Serkan asked. “Just deal already!”

“Easy, you bull!” the good doctor hissed. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” Then he dealt the cards for another game. Peyton watched them do so. She hoped to still be living and sane by the time they found her.

 

1:30 July 31st 1917:

In the case files, Fuery and Thomas came across a great discovery.

“Kain,” Mike spoke up. “Take a look at this.” The warrant officer looked up at him. The lt. col. showed him the case file. It was double murder case that took place three years ago. The suspects were named Taylor Goldfield and Chris Paddock. Taylor committed the murder and Chris was the accessory. The evidence that proved he assisted with the murder were fresh burnt cigarettes left at the crime scene. The two soldiers looked at each other. They instantly put two and two together. Chris was Mrs. Paddock’s son.

“You think this was out of revenge?” Mike asked Kain.

“It looks that way.” Fuery answered. Then, Mustang came into the room. The men looked up quickly.

“You have something yet?” Roy asked.

“Sir,” Fuery spoke up. “Mrs. Paddock has a son in prison! He convicted on accessory due to freshly burnt cigarettes left at the crime scene.” Mustang felt some relief.

“So this wasn’t random,” he said. “This was an act of revenge.”

“What are you talking about?” Mike asked. Roy turned to him quickly.

“Thomas, Fuery,” he said. “I want you to go down to the prison at visiting hours and talk to Chris.”

“Sir!” the men replied.

 

7:00 July 31st 1917:

Kain and Mike were at the prison as they were told. They waited for Chris to come out to them in the interrogation room. In a couple of minutes, the inmate came over to the table. He was dressed in the grey prison suit with handcuffs on his wrists. He looked really worn out and sick. He had sand bags under his eyes. The man seemed to have lost some weight. Both Fuery and Thomas pitied the man. They hoped that Mustang would work to make prison conditions better here. Chris looked at them blankly.

“What do you want?” he asked them. Both men were nervous to answer him at first.

“One of our men is being held hostage in a glass box by some people,” Mike finally said. “We believe that your mother was responsible. Can you tell us what she would have against us?” A long pause just passed. Chris shrugged at them with the handcuffs.

“What do you think?” he asked aloud.

“Have you had any contact from your mother before today?” Kain asked him.

“No,” the prisoner replied. The men looked at him surprised.

“Why not?” Mike asked. Chris shrugged again.

“I don’t think mommy dearest wants to see her son as a heroin addict wife-beating pimp’s gay sex slave.” They all went silent for that one. The soldiers really thought the prison conditions here really needed to the be changed right away.

“But,” Fuery spoke up. “Why Private Scott? She wasn’t even working on your case! What does your mother have against her?” Chris didn’t speak at all.

“How should I know?” he asked. “I’ve been in jail!” He placed his right hand forward to the men. A huge star was drawn on the inside of it. The men looked at the star and then at him again.

“You like it?” the prisoner asked. “I have always love astronomy. When I was young, my mother always to me out to the country to see the stars. My cell mate drew it yesterday on my birthday. Want to smell it?” Chris couldn’t hold back his anger back anymore. He slammed his hand down against the table.

“I hope your soldier girl dies!” he hissed bitterly. Then the police came and took Chris back to his cell. Mike and Kain sat back at a complete lost. That got them nowhere.

 

8:14 July 31st 1917:

Demetria, Travis, and Doug were searching for more clues at the crime scene. Demetria was close to breaking down now. Doug looked up from his work with the same look as before.

“Sorry,” he said. “There is only these old broken pipes!” That wasn’t good enough for her. She just couldn’t really take it anymore.

“Well keep looking, you idiot!” she yelled out.

“Sorry?” Doug asked her. Demetria looked at him in anger.

“I said, keep looking!” she yelled out. “Peyton needs us! We just can’t leave her to die in that! So keep looking you idiot!” Kobe just shrugged.

“Okay then,” he said. Then, Doug went back to work. Travis found that completely out of line. The major general had to take a stand. He took his private aside near the broken machine equipment. Demetria looked at him totally crushed. Travis kept his face strong.

“Demetria,” he said. “What is your problem? You’ve been like this all night!” The private began to tremble. Tears were forming strong in her eyes.

“That could’ve been me in that box!” she wailed out. Travis looked at her confused.

“What do you mean?” he asked. His “daughter” was now crying.

“We flipped a coin,” she said. “If I had lost, I would have…” She took her hand and formed a gun. The private mimicked shooting herself in the head. Travis lightly put his hand on her shower.

“Don’t say that!” he ordered. Demetria went silent. She eyed her with heavy tears.

“I wouldn’t have mattered who won or lost from a coin toss,” the major general told her. “I know you better than that. You’re too strong to end it all now.”

“No!” the private argued back. “You don’t know me!”

“Hey guys!” Doug yelled out. The other two quickly looked up. He was pointing to a flight of stairs.

“I found a second floor to this warehouse!” the lt. said. The other two hurried over to him. They looked at the stairs. Doug was right. There was a flight of stairs going upwards. Travis turned to the two subordinates.

“Well,” he said. “Let’s go!”

“Right!” the other two agreed. Then, they all went up the stairs.

 

Peyton and incubi:

The Private First Class was still in his glass cage. She was in deep sorrow when she heard footsteps. Her heart raced in hope. “They’ll coming for me!” she thought. “I’m being rescued!” The footsteps grew louder and louder.

 

Warehouse:

Doug, Travis, Demetria kept running up the stairs to find Peyton.

“Hurry!” the major general ordered. “Peyton needs us!” The three of them kept running. Time was ticking loudly for all of them.

 

P and I:

The Private First Class was excited now. She was thinking that she was getting rescued.

“Don’t let it go away!” Peyton began singing out hoping that they would hear her. “This feeling has got to stay! Don’t it go away, this feeling has got to stay!” Her heart raced even more. “Guys!” she yelled. “I’m up here! Come and get me!”

Below, Serkan looked slightly worried.

“Should we split now?” he asked.

“Why?” Edward asked. “The game is getting good! You’re losing or something?”

“No!” Serkan protested.

“Okay then,” the alchemist replied. Then they kept playing.

 

Warehouse:

The trio made it to the second floor. They looked and found a glass box.

“There she is!” Demetria yelled out. The soldiers ran over to the box… only to find a dead dog trapped inside. Demetria, Doug, and Travis were all disappointed.

“Damn it!” the private yelled out. They all took a look at the box anyway. The poor animal was lying dead on its side. It had to have been there for at least five days tops. They noticed that there was a fan and a light in the box as well. A grim look came on the soldiers’ faces.

“This poor dog was an experiment.” Travis concluded. Right then, they knew who and what they were dealing with here—a sick twisted soul.

 

P and I:

After a few moments, Peyton realized she wasn’t being rescued as she had hoped for. She sank back into despair. But then, the “footsteps” came along. They sounded to be above her head this time. The private first class quickly looked up and found the source. One of the pipes above the box was coming loose and the air was rattling inside of it head. A new fear filled her up quickly. Not only did she have to worry about being shot, losing her mind, or dying of lack of oxygen, now she was worried about the pipes crashing down on her and crushing her to death. This really wasn’t her morning.

 

9:00 July 31st 1917:

Peyton was now close to crying again. The incubi were still playing poker. Azrael had dropped out the game gracefully because he was bored now. He decided to keep his eyes on the cupie doll in the box.

“Aw look!” he yelled out to his friends. “The soldier dolly is going to cry!” The other incubi were laughing at her. The tears started to come slowly. Peyton moved her chained hands to the tape recorder. She slowly turned the microphone to face her. The private first class hit the record button.

“My name is Private First Class Peyton Scott,” she said. “If anyone ever finds this, please give it to Central Headquarters. This is goodbye to all of the people I care about. I would first love to say that I love you dad, Red Queen. I love you Aunt Millie. Demetria, you were my best friend here. You, Missy, and Papi are like my sisters. Demetria, you’ve been doing well with turning your life around, don’t give up on it. Maybe one day, you’ll find a good man for yourself. Travis, you’re like my second father to me.”

 

Central Headquarters:

Travis was watching Peyton on the screen. He couldn’t hear her, but he read her lips perfectly.

“No,” he said. “It’s not your fault. Just hang in there.

 

Warehouse:

Peyton hit stop on the tape player. She whimpered out in misery. She had said her goodbyes. The only thing left to do was to wait for death. She listened in on her captors once again to hear her fate. The incubi were still playing poker. Azrael and Serkan had dropped out of the game by now and were watching. It was now down to Edward and the good doctor. Dr. Pierce just smirked at his opponent.

“So,” Edward said. “It’s just you and me!”

“Yeah,” the good doctor agreed.

“Think you can handle me?” the alchemist asked.

“Oh yes!” the good doctor replied. Peyton heard the whole conversation. Her heart raced in panic again. “Please keep playing! Please keep playing!” she thought.

“Are you sure about it?” Edward questioned the good doctor.

“I’m feeling lucky tonight!” he said to him. A long pause came between them. Edward smirked at him.

“Okay then,” he said. “We’ll keep playing.”

“Just deal me!” Dr. Pierce ordered. Fullmetal smirked as he did so. Peyton breathed out easily. She was safe for now once again. But then, something really caught her eye. Little worms had crawled into the bullet hole. These weren’t ordinary worms! These Foo Spider worms. These little creatures were as white as snow. Their stings were worse than a bee’s. The worms were highly poisonous. Their bites and stings left red and swollen blisters on the flesh of their victim. If left untreated, the poor soul would die. Peyton knew this too well. She learned all about them in junior high. The private first class was really worried now. Getting shot, being crushed, and suffocating were nothing compared to dying of Foo Spider poisoning. Peyton began to scream aloud in terror.

“Shut up there or I’ll quit this game!” the Good Doctor yelled at her. Peyton went quiet really fast. She had to think about what to do. Then she remembered right away. The private first class searched in her pockets again for something else. Peyton found bits of trash and bent down to stuff them in her nose and ears. She slowly breathed a little bit through her mouth.

 

Central Headquarters:

Travis saw Peyton’s current condition. “Good girl!” he said to her. But he also saw another clue. He quickly started watching the screen closely. His heart was racing hard.

“Come on!” he said aloud to the worms. “Show yourself! Don’t hide! Show me what you are made of!” Hawkeye happened to be hearing Travis talking and walked over to see what was going on. Travis kept his eyes glued to the screen.

“Come on!” he said again. “Show me who you are!” The major general kept on watching. At last, he had what he wanted. The man quickly snapped a picture and printed it out. Riza hurried right over to him.

“What is it, sir?” she asked. Travis turned to her smiling.

“I think I have found an idea of where Peyton is!” he said aloud. They headed right down to Mustang’s office.

Travis placed the picture down on Roy’s desk. Mustang looked at him slightly confused.

“What is this?” he asked. Travis kept smiling at him.

“It’s a Foo Spider worm!” he answered. Roy was slowly putting it together.

“So?” he asked.

“There are only three places where these little creatures are!” he said. Mustang’s eyes grew big in discovery. He, Riza, and Travis hurried down to the lab.

 

10:00 July 31st 1917:

Travis placed a map on the table for the crew to see.

“Okay,” he said. “There are three places where the Foo Spider worm lives!” He circled the spots in the country. The other men studied the map closely. The spots circled were Easter field, Solo Drove, and the Red Barren. “But that is all we have,” Travis went on. The major general turned to his men. “Do we have anything else?” Travis asked them. It was all quiet at first. Then, Fuery stepped forward.

“Chris said that he loved astronomy,” he said. “His mother would take him out to the country to look at the stars.” That was information enough.

“All right,” Travis said. “What are the best places to see the stars?” They all looked at the map closely.

“Easter Field is the only place out of those three to see the stars clearly,” Damon answered. “The other two have tall trees blocking the way.” The soldiers began to put it all together.

“A few years ago,” Tina added. “There was a beer warehouse there. But that’s been out of business for years!” Everyone looked right at her.

“That is good enough!” Mustang replied.

“Let’s go!” Travis yelled. Then they all headed out the door.

 

10:16 July 31st 1917:

Peyton was slowly losing her mind again.

 

Peyton’s Imagination:

The private first class was lying dead on the autopsy table. The coroners looked down at the soldier girl. They shook their heads grimly. The woman’s body was covered in worm bites.

“Have you ever seen anything like it?” the first doctor asked.

“No, I haven’t,” his assistant replied. He looked slightly sick. The doctor looked at his assistant.

“You can back out if you want,” he said to him.

“No!” his assistant said quickly. “I want to do this!” His boss just shrugged.

“Okay,” he said. “Here we go!” The autopsy began. The doctors were laughing the whole way.

“May I make the first cut?” the assistant asked in excitement.

“Sure!” the coroner said. Then he handed the younger man the scalpel. The assistant cut the soldier girl open. Peyton seemed to be floating above watching them work. She was seemed pretty afraid. The men were really working when the door opened wide. The docs looked up to see Mrs. Scott in the doorway. She looked completely worried. The doctors looked at her with smiles on their faces.

“Oh, Mrs. Scott!” the coroner greeted. “So nice to see you.” The lawyer walked in worried.

“You will do a great job with my baby, right?” she asked. The coroners kept smiling at her.

“Nothing but the best for your daughter!” the doctor said aloud.

“After all,” the assistant said with Peyton’s heart in his hand. “Your daughter had a good heart.” Then, Mrs. Scott began to smile at long last.

“Okay,” she said cheerfully. “I only want the best for my Alice.” Then they three of them began laughing aloud as the coroners kept on walking.

 

Reality:

Peyton quickly snapped out of and came back to Earth. Her heart was pounding wildly. “I’m losing it badly!” she thought in a worry. The Foo Spiders worms were crawling all over her skin. They had now begun to bite and sting her. The red swollen blisters were showing up under her white pantyhose. She could even feel a couple of the worms crawling her little blue skirt. The private first class looked down below at the poker table. The game seemed to be wrapping up now. The prize slightly confused on hanging in there or giving up.

“Well,” Edward said to Dr. Pierce. “It looks like the end,”

“It sure is,” the good doctor agreed.

“So, who will win?” the alchemist asked. His pal smirked at him coldly.

“Just reveal your hand to me!” he said slightly impatient. Edward smiled at him brightly.

“The bet still stands!” he said.

“Just show me your damn hand!” Dr. Pierce repeated.

“Okay,” Edward said. “But you’re going to lose!”

“We’ll see!” the Good Doctor replied. Peyton’s heart raced even faster. “Please win! Please win!” she kept thinking over and over again. Edward smirked and started to reveal his hand. Just then, the four incubi all heard footsteps outside of the warehouse. They all paused and looked up. Azrael smirked at Edward.

“Hey Ed,” he said. “I think those are your little soldier buddies coming to rescue the little cupie doll!” Peyton’s eyes grew big at those words. She thought that she was losing her mind again. Edward smiled back at his fellow slave wickedly.

“I think you’re right!” he said. They all reminded quiet for a long while.

“Well,” the Good Doctor spoke up. “It looks like that game is ruined now. So what to do?” Serkan came up with a great idea.

“Shall I give them a little greeting?” he asked his pals. His friends all smirked at him.

“Sure!” Dr. Pierce said. “Do as you like. We’re done here anyway.”

“Nice!” Serkan said aloud. Then he rose to his feet and walked over to the main microphone.

 

11:00 July 31st 1917:

The military all stood outside of the abandoned warehouse. They were all ready to charge. Mustang and Travis stepped forward ready to charge. Everyone listened closely for any movement at all. The moment was as high as the afternoon sky.

Then, the intercom crackled on outside. Everyone looked up slightly confused. Mustang waved his arm for everyone to wait and listen.

“Hello there, little soldier dogs!” Serkan yelled out to them. Mustang’s senses became highly sharp.

“Who are you?!?” he barked. “Are you one of those incubi creatures?”

“My, my so many questions!” the incubus replied. “But yeah, I am an incubus!” Mustang became even angrier! He was about to charge forward, but Travis stopped him just in time.

“Do you have Peyton in there?” Barrett asked the intercom.

“Yeah!” Serkan answered. “But if you barge into the front on the second floor, you’ll pull the rigged trigger in her cage and bang! She’s dead in seconds!” The others were in shocked anger.

“So,” Serkan said. “Good luck getting in here and getting your soldier dolly!” Then the intercom clicked off. The soldiers stood there trying to figure out what to do next.

 

Inside:

Serkan turned back to his friends. They were grinning at him coldly.

“Very good indeed!” Azrael said aloud. Edward and Dr. Pierce packed up their cards and rose up from the table. Peyton noticed them moving. “Oh no!” she thought. “They’re leaving me!

“Now,” the Good Doctor said. “Let’s go!” Then they all left. The door slamming shut made Peyton shutter all over. She was now alone with the Foo Spider worms, fan, guns, breaking pipes, and glass box. But that wasn’t the cherry on top. Suddenly, Peyton heard a nice little clicking sound. She quickly looked up and noticed that the fan had stopped moving. She was *really* in a panic now. The poor woman was in a heavy trap of death with only one option out.

 

12:06 July 31st 1917:

The military were rushing up the stairs through the back way. They had no time to mess around. Time was really against them now. Any moment longer and Peyton would die. The dogs finally came to a door. Mustang and Barrett forced it down. The dogs all ran into the second floor. They found Peyton holding the pistol under her chin about to pull the trigger. Demetria rushed forward to the box and hit the side of the glass. Her friend looked up quickly. Tears were heavy in her eyes. Demetria felt her pain.

“Drop the gun, Peyton!” she yelled out. “We’re here now! We’re going to get you out!” Peyton still looked as if she would cry. Travis walked up to the box as well.

“Don’t worry Alice!” he yelled out to her. “Just hang in there! We are going to get you out! We won’t leave you in there! Demetria and I won’t leave you. Just hold on, Alice!” The private first class nodded to her “father.” Travis turned back to his crew.

“Okay guys!” he called to them. “The box is a complex model! We’re have to tear it down slowly. Careful about the gun. We have to disable that as well. Mind the worms too! One little error could kill her.”

“Right!” they all yelled out. Within seconds, the military dogs were all over the box like the plague. Peyton shut her eyes and tried to calm down. Her comrades got right to work on her cage. They all paid close attention to detail. In moments, the cage came down around her. The boys and disabled the gun with success. The worms were all off Peyton with ease. Travis got all of the chains off her. He and Demetria had to help her to her feet. Peyton just stood trembling beside her friend.

“Shhh!” the private whispered to her. “It’s okay now. The nightmare is over now.” Peyton just cried against her chest. There was no more need for words. The Private First Class was now safe and alive.

 

Few Days Later:

Peyton took time off from her therapy to go down to the Central Prison. She was waiting on the visitor’s side. Chris finally came over to the booth. He saw Peyton’s face. Curious, he sat down and picked up the phone. Peyton swallowed hard a bit as she picked up the other phone.

“Hi, Chris,” she said to him in a small voice. The prisoner still looked at her confused.

“Who are you?” he asked. The private first class drew in a deep breath.

“I am Private First Class Peyton Scott,” she answered. Chris glared at her coldly.

“So you’re the one ma had locked in that box!” he exclaimed. Peyton nodded. The prisoner still kept staring at her with evil eyes.

“What the hell do you want?!?” he hissed. “If you’re here for a reason, I don’t care!”

“No, it’s not that!” Scott replied. The prisoner was just about to hang up on her.

“No, no!” the private first class yelled. “Don’t hang up! Just listen to me!” Chris paused for a moment. Peyton hoped that she was getting through to him. She just had to tell him this in order to move on. Her therapist told her in order to move on, this would have to be done. Since Mrs. Paddock was dead, Chris was the next best thing. At long last, Chris stayed on the other line. Scott breathed out easily.

“Okay,” the prisoner growled. “But make it quick!” Peyton breathed in heavily.

“I just wanted to say that I forgive your mother,” she said. Chris was really lost and confused now.

“But she had you put in a glass box with a gun!” he exclaimed.

“I know,” the private first class said. “She only did it because she was angry at the military for putting you in here three years ago. I just don’t want you to take her bitterness with you for the rest of your life.” Chris just kept looking right at her.

“I’m begging you,” she went on. “Don’t carry her anger with you for the rest of your life. Be free from the bitterness when you get out. You’ll only end up hating yourself in the end.” A long silence passed between. The prisoner kept looking at her angry. Peyton looked on as if she was hoping that she got through to him. Chris just finally rolled his eyes and hung up on her. The guards came and took him away. Peyton still just sat there looking on. She only hoped that her message sank into him in the end.

In his cell, Chris sat there in moved emotion. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. Chris now had something new to think about as he had serving his time.