As I had said before there is not much I can remember from that time. In this case I imagine it to be a blessing and not a curse. Through all that haze I remember one thing for sure, the face of Protector above me. His face was like the others, meaning he was Chinese, but there was a quality about it that was different. It could have been hours or days, time was irrelevant there. It turns out that it was just short of six weeks we were there. Protector had been there from the start so he must have been under deep cover long before our arrival. Am I glad he was, every day whispering in my ear like an angel, he spoke to me in words I knew but I was so drugged I could not make sense of what he said but they gave me hope. Hope for what I do not know but hope is all it takes to get you through any disaster. It’s all like a weird and way too long dream. I am never sure if the people and things that happen in my head at night are/were real or if my brain is making it all up.
But him and Noble Lady they are with MI6. What a coo for the British government, I wonder if the American’s are pissed that they didn’t get to me first, I mean they probably feel they get dibs since I’m a US citizen, I think. This whole operation is run by the Brits so maybe they have a thing against Warlike, though I can’t imagine who wouldn’t. What ever you can call this life it’s the best one so far. Long live the queen.
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