The prisoner's chains dragged across the polished mahogany floor. His blood stained eyes displayed the look of a broken man - an unpreventable situation after being subdued to as many hours of torture as him. Spy, Traitor, Double agent - all words synonymous with this man. A fair trial would be an oxymoron in this case; a US prisoner who according to records, didn't exist. His trial, if could be called a trial at all, was lacking of jury, lawyers and a judge. It was the prisoner, head of CIA, and President all in one room; an unlikely event, but so was the capture of this man.
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Agent J Carter took a pill and reclined his seat. He closed his eyes and listened; he listened for the familiar hum of the engines, the pilot's announcement, and then the sound which indicated that his jet was airborne. The journey to Washington would take him over eight hours, and he suspected that his taxi journey would not be a short one. The fatigue from the last few hours was finally catching up with him; neither did he enjoy being woken up at midnight due to a call from the CIA headquarters, nor did he enjoy hearing about the case which was forcing him to fly out to Washington immediately. Regardless of MI6 having the most secure telephone lines in the world, the President did not give him much detail about the situation. He decided not to think about the situation any further as it would only make him more curious. Instead, he thought of his daughter Meghan. He smiled to himself and soon fell asleep.
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The Trial
General Fiction"A fair trial would be an oxymoron in this case; a US prisoner who according to records, didn't exist. His trial, if could be called a trial at all, was lacking of jury, lawyers and a judge. It was the prisoner, head of CIA, and President all in one...
