I can't move; it's ice cold. I can't even see my hands . Where am I , I thought. I left all this back in D. C. I wanted to get out for years . Am I paying for something that I did 10 years ago? I can't remember all the enemies that I made through the years . Maybe some one decided to make there move on me. Has my identity been compromised? I have moved to this small town to get away from the dangerous life I was leading. I could not go home , for that would put my family at risk.The floor is wet and cold it is very dark. I can't think of what to do; my mind is clouded. I am trying to get up, but I can't. I'm tied down. I don't remember how long I have been down here . With all of my years of training as a agent and considered to be one of the best field agents in the business and still I can't find myself in a place were I can't get out. I must keep my head straight and try to find a why out of here . And most of all who is behind this ? ...