Sleeper Agent: Cold War Prologue part 1.

Howdy y'all, I've been busy with finalizing a lot of my writing works and getting ready to publish the second book in the Sleeper Agent Novella series. I'll be publishing it in a few weeks and to get you excited for the upcoming release, I'll be posting the Prologue and the first few chapters over the next few days and weeks...And if you haven't read the first Sleeper Agent novella, I'll link to it at the bottom of the blog post. Make sure to check it out if you like fast paced action books along the lines of the Jack Reacher series.


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Electricity ran through my veins. My muscles contracted, rigid in shock.

I screamed. I screamed and my wearied mind barely realize that it was my own voice making the horrifying wail that tore through the air like nails on a chalkboard.

I was filled with terror.

They were interrogating me. I hadn’t slept in what felt like days. I was more tired than I’d ever been in my life but I still couldn’t sleep. My body felt like it had been frozen in Carbonite, I was aware but unable to do anything about the world rushing around me.

They were screaming something at me. Screams I couldn’t make out.

Harsh sounds that rang in my ears.

They were shouting about me spying on them, but I didn’t know what they were talking about.

Spying?

I wasn’t a spy. How could I be? I was just a poor college student trying to repay the kindness of my grandparents who’d loaned me thousands.

I was a nobody.

I knew nothing.

Why were they torturing me? What had I done to them?

Thousands of volts coursed through me again. I screamed in agony.

I’d done nothing.

Literally nothing.

All I’d done was nap.

I worked as a test subject at a sleep research center. How in the world could I be mistaken for a spy? What had I done that would lead these monsters to believe that I was a threat to them?

A fist to the gut interrupted that thought.

Bile rose in my stomach. The breath had been stolen from my lungs. I was going to vomit. The acid started boiling. It burned as it rose in my stomach, coming up through my esophagus…

I bolted upright and the sour taste of vomit receded.

It had been a dream. That’s all it had been.

It was only a dream.

But it wasn’t.

Not really.

Yeah, I’d been sleeping, but it wasn’t so much a dream as it was a recollection. A memory of the brutality I’d faced at the hands of General Clayton’s terror organization, guided by the monstrous hand of X, a discarded experiment whose manipulation of sleeping minds had caused me untold pain.

Engulfed in darkness, sweat clung to my skin, and still I had to restrain myself from searching the room for my captors.

I was at my home.

I was safe...

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Stay tuned for the rest of the prologue coming in the next few days and make sure to check out the first Sleeper Agent book here!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077SSY2ZY/ref=rdr_ext_sb_pi_hist_1

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/762261