When Jennifer started to stand, two large armed guards entered the room and helped her to sit back. They reached into the pads of the couch, each pulling out thick leather straps. Jennifer struggled and fumed, twisting and turning like an eel. She thought the bones in her arm would snap when the guards took turns holding her and securing her to the sofa. All the while the doctor waited patiently.<br/><br/>Jennifer gritted her teeth, straining against the restraints.<br/><br/>"Max, Max!" she shrieked as the doctor resumed his hypnotic patter.<br/><br/>"Max!, Max!". she sobbed and suddenly, she called,<br/><br/>"Mama, Mama," in a broken pitiful wail.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Down the hall, her thin broken voice penetrated the ears of the bird like woman. She looked up from some paperwork marveling at the goose bumps that raised on her arms. Something tore at her gut as if some primal instinct kicked in. Rising, she shook her head. She had no children and had devoted her life to Homeland security. But the prompting to answer to the call of Mama was overwhelming and she couldn't help but answer.