Sleeper Agent: Prologue

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PROLOGUE

“Wake him up! Whatever you do, don’t let him sleep!” I heard through a bleary stupor. I slowly realized that it was me they were talking about. Everything had the molasses-like quality that came from sleep deprivation.

A wall of pain tore me away from the thoughts scampering through my mind. Only one thing held my attention. It was the agony of voltage coursing through me in numbers that were well over the quadruple digits.

“That should snap him out of his stupor,” I heard over a strange wailing that I soon recognized as my own voice.

“What did you see? Give us your intel!” one of the thugs screamed, spittle flying with the words.

You can tell someone means business when there’s spittle flying…. My mind wandered down sleep-deprived roads.

A fist to my gut interrupted that line of thought and brought me momentary clarity. I still didn’t know why I had been taken. I had come up with some promising answers close to seventy hours ago, but whatever conclusion I’d made had fled like my sleep.

“Tell me exactly what you saw!” the voice behind the fist insisted.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I haven’t slept in days! I can barely remember anything! If you would please just let me sleep then maybe I wouldn’t be so freaking bleary and I might be able to actually remember whatever it is you want!” A fist to the sternum shut me up quickly.

“Your friends can’t help you, so do yourself a favor and just give up the information already!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the haze of pain.

“It’s like I’ve already told you! I have no clue what you are talking about. I haven’t been spying on anybody!” I shot a wad of spit at his eyes.

My head snapped back with a solid right hook to the jaw. I nearly slipped into unconsciousness. I tried to surrender to it but was rudely shocked back to a state of hyperawareness mere seconds later as they reattached the jumper cables to the rusty metal chair and pumped me full of thousands of volts of electricity.

My body went limp, and I felt myself being dragged away, still awake.

“Sir, I don’t think we’ll be getting any more answers out of him right now. Let’s throw him back in the cell.”

Excerpt From: M. Anthony Harris. “Sleeper Agent.”

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