"You have the data?" the blonde braided man said, looking over at the city moving below his balcony. Jag was standing next to him, and watched the traffic and hustle and bustle down on the roads, fifty metres down.
"Not yet," he replied, surprising himself with his own business like tone. "I have become trusted by the woman, but the scientist is...weary of me."
The strange man turned to lock gazes with Jag.
"There will always be those whom trust, and those whom distrust. At least, initially. But I picked you, Nimio, because you find a way to win everyone over. Even those whom don't believe themselves sometimes, you turn them around so that they take your word as gospel."
"It can sometimes be a longer process than expected," Jag replied.
"Then so continue for longer," the man said with his unforgiving gaze. "I trust you still want your end of the deal?"
"Of course, Mr. Drigs."
"And so I still want mine. Until the deal is broken," Drigs raised his wine glass.
Jag raised his own wine glass that he hadn't even been aware that he'd been holding. "Until the deal is broken," he repeated, and took a sip of the wine.
Drigs turned back to the balcony, and stared off into the night sky. Jag followed his gaze, looking for stars, but finding only darkness. Emptiness. A vacuous void eating up the light around it.
Jag rubbed his eyes. He took in his new surroundings; six, white polished sides, one small corner smeared with his own blood, and several paper receipts on the floor, next to a photograph of his wedding day.
No, these were old surroundings. All this time he had still been in this prison. But everything had seemed so real...no, it was real. I have a mission.
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Truth Stealers (Thief's Signal: Book 1)
Science FictionTrapped in a box with no way out, Jag doesn't remember how he got there, or why. But with time, as he slowly remembers snippets of who he is, he tries to piece together why he is there. But what is fact, and what is fiction? Is he dreaming, or is he...
