Five months ago, Dixon met OE, and was shot twice in the back. Bernie fell to the floor, helpless and violently fitting. Since then for the rest of the world, life carried on as normal. After rain, and cleaning the Shard wore no G. R. E. E .N, and social networking sites soon lost interest in the questions. The people who needed to know knew. The Sun went down again and again, and the sky went pink and green as it always did, remembering the dead. Denzel, Sarah Ballock. Mr Green. Roach Becket. All dead through the same colour. Dixon and Bernie could've joined them, but it seems one of them dead will join the two. G. R. E. E. N stations based in Washington, Africa and China prepared to receive the decoded shades, and eagerly anticipated the extraction of the algorithm so that this could be done.
When Dixon was shot, the Paramedic called for another ambulance, and OE sat with him. On the way to hospital, Dixon drifted in and out of consciousness, and woke up not remembering what happened. At the time, he went straight into surgery, where the bullets were removed from his back. A small fragment of the piece of spine broke away, and OE watched in panic from outside. The procedure took several hours, as the bullets were lodged into his flesh close to his spine, and because of this he spent three months in hospital and in physio, taking it slow as to not damage his spine. This was two months ago. Since he had been getting used to being on crutches, and had been told within another few months he should recover and be able to walk normally again. Dixon was fairly able to look after himself, and he did. This didn't stop him receiving messages from OE though. To Dixon, OE always seemed like they were in trouble, and they told him they didn't go outside much, and because of this Dixon tried to distance himself from them, but they wouldn't stop texting. As for G. R. E. E. N, Megra had assured him it was safer for him to stay away, and that her and Lucy were working well, and so he did stay away. He hadn't hear from Bernie, but if he was honest he wasn't really bothered about him. That was all that had happened to Dixon. For Bernie it had been more horrific.
Bernie remembered a man coming in, with a lab coat and syringe while he was on the floor. He felt his spit on his cheek from the ground as he jerked, and he moaned as he felt the syringe being pushed inside his arm. Bernie's fitting began to slow down, and he regained his breath before he was back to normal again. Bernie was relieved, and immediately clambered up for a swig of his beer, as Megra walked in.
"Men. All they want is sex and beer." The man in the coat punched Bernie across the face, and he lay unconscious on the floor. When Bernie awoke, he found himself chained by his wrists to the wall in a long room, with a metal table in front of him, and shadows all around. This is where he stayed for month on end. Megra then stepped out of the shadows, and asked him to carry out some tasks for her. They had saved him before, and now wanted something in return. Bernie ached all over, and when he refused (as they just tried to kill him) Megra and her team of torturers did not take it lightly. They drugged him, made his moods swing, and then tried to trick him into making deals with them. They damaged him mentally, and inside. After a month or so he became crippled, and his chances of fathering a child were slim. Yet they continued to push him, and push him, until he agreed. That's when he started working for G. R. E. E. N full time. He started running errands for Megra, and that's how it continued.
After the green in the sky, Megra dragged Lucy into the lift and pulled her into a dimly lit room which had a cell inside. It had metal bars, and a high slab of concrete for a bed. Megra threw her inside and locked the door. Since then her blood and spit were taken for experimentation, until they took what they really needed. Her interrogator took out her right eye. For five months Lucy had sat stinking in her cell, while the algorithm got closer to being discovered.