The room I awoke in was small and dark, and I had no recollection of how I’d gotten there or how long I’d been left there. My arms and legs were strapped to a table. It wasn’t clear to me what had happened. Panic surfaced. Thoughts of the ADA, The Company, or Dr. Nicholson finally showing his face came to mind. After all, Dr. Nicholson had sent me to a location to find, well, who the hell knew what? The information was to locate a source. What the f**k did that even mean? A source to what was all I wanted to know. Growing up with him and having him as my mentor, he continually became more demanding in his requests and objectives. All I wanted was to get away from him and his entire BS operation. Sending me away was the best thing he had ever done for me.
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