Dr. Mueller sat behind a metal table, hand cuffed and monitored by two armed guards standing slightly behind him on each side. He had been an inmate at the Kearney Correctional Maximum Security Prison for the last six years sitting on death row awaiting his execution date. Six years prior, he managed to cut down and murder forty seven students during a lecture on school shootings. For the last six years, he put his time to use studying and working towards his second doctoral degree. No university would have him now, and he would never attain the degree, but he was satisfied he fulfilled whatever requirements were necessary. The doctor was now thirty eight years old, with a salt and pepper beard and a high and tight military style haircut. He liked to keep the hair on top clean and neat but was too bothered to shave anymore. It was an inconvenience that he only partook in when the whiskers began to itch. He had been sitting in the interview room for ten minutes when he finally noticed the door open. He had no idea why he was brought here and was surprised when he saw two women enter the room led by a guard. The first woman, tall and thin, with a grey blazer, skin tight leggings and four inch heels looked like something out of a teen fashion magazine. The other woman, shorter, more business like wore slacks and a blazer. Her shoes were insignificant