A Double Li[f]e

I learned very early on that the ability to live a double life was the best asset to my arsenal of weaponry. It's really not as dramatic as all of that, though. Well I suppose given as I'm writing this I'm handcuffed in a confession dragged out of me. And by dragged I mean,beaten. My eye is swelling shut and the cuffs are too tight. My leg is broken and I'm covered in bruises.

A thud to the my back."Erase that. Start from the double life". I cough and lick my bottom lip. Copper. Great. More of the same then...

It's really not as dramatic as all of that, though. Well I suppose given as I'm writing this I'm handcuffed in a confession dragged out of me. And by dragged I mean,beaten. My eye is swelling shut and the cuffs are too tight. My leg is broken and I'm covered in bruises. I began my training with the CIA at the age of 20. Irony being that I couldn't yet drink but I could serve my country as a spy. It's really very difficult to have a normal life, when you're training at night and trying to go to university during the day.

I look over my shoulder to the guard behind me. Just a few more hours. They must be on their way by now... He doesn't see my act of insubordination and so i turn around again and look back to my paper. He doesn't care about any of this. Just following orders. I can't hate him for that. I can hate him for the broken bones and bruises, and the twitch I'll have for a month of so. Bastard.

My duties have led me through two divorces and an assassination of a husband. By the way I'm only 30 years old. This service without question thing must get on peoples nerves. Does it get on yours I wonder?

I stop in my writing for a moment and hear a grunt from behind me. I smile to myself and continue.

My mission as it was handed down was to

A sudden slam from the other side of my cell door and a blast of gunfire. Finally. I remain focused on my paper and the gunfire resounds through the hallway. Took em fucking long enough. I'm up in the air and thrown to the wall. "God damn it." I growl. I'd landed on my broken arm and there is bone piercing through the flesh. I can feel the cold realization of shock settling in. The door opens and my world goes black...

[to be continued]