Wedged

Wedged

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Gordon's stomach seemingly drops into an abyss, his heart stopping in the middle of a beat. The man's skin was ashen grey, but his lips were a startling red, so deep and dark that the color instantly reminds Gordon of blood. His nose was a perfect triangular shape, as if sculpted. His grey eyes looked empty. There was no hair present anywhere on the man's face, no eyebrows, no eyelashes, no stubble. He wears no expression. Not even his eyes convey any emotion. The pale man raises a clenched fist. "He's going to-" Megan begins, pulling Gordon out of his initial shock. Her warning comes too late as the man's fist collides with the windshield. A crack blossoms across the glass. For lack of a better term, Gordon Wedge is a spy, recruited by a private company set on eliminating crime from the streets of an impoverished America. When his partner betrays him and leaves him to die on an island, his whole world turns upside down. Upon his return to America, he finds that a mysterious girl has been frequenting his apartment in search of his help- and she's not alone. Gordon finds himself confronting a conspiracy of massive implications. He faces his new reality, that of betrayal, moral ambiguity and corruption, but also of newfound courage, trust, and love.
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