Power of Name

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-Preview
“Tell us your name,” orders the fat man, who sits before me. He adjusts his glasses as he glances at me.
“My name has no meaning,” I state as I hold his gaze, unafraid of the two bodyguards lurking behind him.
“What is your mission then?” he inquires nastily, while tapping his fingers on the metal table.
“That subject will take a while to explain,” I tell as I glance pass both the fat man and the bodyguards to the gray door, planning a creative escape.
“Well saying you aren’t leaving here for a while, I think we got time,” he mocks as he picks up his pen, clicking the button.
“Ok…It started ten years ago…”