The Show Must Go On

Three weeks of debrief, are they kidding me! What a waste of time. Well some of that was the whole “where did you go, what did you do” drill. That is tedious. After all my descriptions and getting a sketch done up of the dark man, Watchman, they still have no idea who he is. The FBI had one shot of him from an airport security cam but no ID match. It isn’t any surprise that his name, Watchman, doesn’t match anything they have either. He’s an effen phantom.

Then came the convincing part. Them trying to talk me into going back to Warlike. I put up a good fight. But I had decided already that was my only course of action. MI6 can’t protect me, they can’t even ID the guy. But Warlike knows him. Warlike has something on him. I don’t know what, but I intend to find out. I hate both of them but if putting myself under Warlike’s protection is the only way around this guy then count me in. It's temporary, it's tolerable. Once I figure out Watchman’s weakness and can adequately defend myself I’m blowing them all off. Too bad I can’t leave the planet.

Once they had collected every scrap of information about my escapades on the continent then came the part about preparing me for my grand deception. If they think spoon feeding a false back story is of any use they are so wrong. I nod my head and agree with all they tell me. Yes, of course, Warlike will never know that I am with the government. On no, I won’t breathe a word of it. He probably already knows anyways.