I’m an employee of her majesty’s security services. Of course if I was, I’d have signed a piece of paper preventing me from saying that. But you don’t know I haven’t, I might be double bluffing.
That’s what a spook does.
I’ve always wanted to be a great spook in another life, a second life. Professional, stoic, brave, secretive. All the things I’m not naturally good at.
I was feeling unwell and couldn’t breathe, there were lights and drip drip noises that I found unbearable. After 10 minutes of feeling terrified, I imagined I was being held for interrogation and the medics my interrogators. As they stuck needles in my arm to insert a cannula I could almost feel the pentothal. After the 4th attempt of jabbing to find a suitable vein, they aborted, and I was done.
They were looking for hidden information that I knew but didn’t want to acknowledge. Even if the drugs wouldn’t loosen my tongue, they could see straight through me.
