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getting soft on me now,” Sanders said.
    “It just seems a shame for a person to go through life without remembering a thing about your past, who you are.”
    “Maybe it is. But it’s what helps keep us in business,” Sanders continued. “Let’s get back in there and see what he has to say.”
     
    It was hard for the government officials to not see the dejection on Nelson’s face as they approached his bed. They pulled up a couple of chairs and sat by his side. Nelson was fiddling with his fingernails, trying hard not to look at his visitors. It was embarrassing to not remember a thing about who he was. Sanders and Lawson quietly waited for the fallen soldier to acknowledge their presence. They could see how tough it was for him and didn’t want to press him needlessly. A grimace rolled over Nelson’s face as he stared down at the covers on his bed. He finally looked up at the pair sitting next to him, water filling up his eyes as he struggled to contain his emotions.
     
    “I’ve been trying to remember anything…a name, a face, just something that might trigger the rest of my memory,” Nelson began, wiping his eyes. “But I just can’t.”
    “Sometimes it just takes time for a person’s memory to come back to them,” Lawson explained. “Even the simplest thing could bring it back. It could happen right out of the blue.”
    “She’s right,” Sanders jumped in. “The key thing to remember is you don’t have to fight this battle alone. We’re here to help you. We can help get your life back together.”
    “Why? What’s in it for you?” Nelson asked.
    “The chance to add an experienced soldier to our staff. There’s no question in our minds that your fighting skills could be a great weapon in our arsenal. We think you’d be a valuable piece of our organization,” Sanders told him.
    “What part of the government are you with?”
    “Well, that’s something we really can’t divulge to anyone who’s not actively involved with us.”
    “What if I say no?”
    “You’re within your right to do so, though we don’t see any valid reason why you would want to.”
    “Maybe I just wanna go home and be with my family.”
    “Home? Where is that? Can you tell us?” Sanders asked with a sarcastic edge.
     
    Nelson looked away from the pair, angry that he couldn’t answer the question.
     
    “I’m sure my family could help get me through it,” Nelson said.
    “I’m sure they could if you had any,” Sanders replied.
    “What?”
    “Your family could help you if you had any,” Sanders repeated, looking at Lawson. “Unfortunately, you don’t have any.”
    “I don’t have any family?” Nelson dejectedly responded.
    “See for yourself,” Sanders said, handing Nelson his file. “From Seattle, Washington, you were the only child born to your parents who died in a car accident two weeks after you graduated high school. It was their deaths that led you to join the military. Alone and nowhere else to go, ten years ago you enlisted.”
    “No aunts or uncles?”
    “One aunt who died from cancer when you were a child, and one uncle, who became a drunk and a petty thief who moved out to California never to be heard from again.”
     
    Nelson eagerly read the file, his eyes not moving fast enough for his brain to process the information contained in it. He reread the same passages over and over again, hoping some of it would change by the next time he read it. Sanders and Lawson gave Nelson all the time he needed to read and digest the file, watching his facial expressions as he ate it up. They knew it was something he needed to see to be able to move on with his situation. After half an hour of trying to unfold everything in his mind he finally put the folder down. He looked as confused and aggravated as before.
     
    “Nothing seems familiar,” Nelson stated. “Everything is as blank as it was.”
    “It’s something to start with,” Lawson responded.
    “About our job offer,” Sanders