Breach of Power
“That's what they called being hit by a Taser at The Farm, the CIA's tradecraft training facility. A mandatory part of every agent's training. Thank goodness Wiley didn't require it of his emissaries. There was nothing fun about it.
His solitary cell was small, eight feet by eight feet, three windowless concrete walls and the fourth all bars with a door. Fluorescent lights outside the bars droned a continuous hum. He hadn't been questioned, just tossed in the cell, and told to wait. He guess...ed he'd been in there thirty minutes but he didn't know for sure. They stripped him of all his personal belongings, his belt, and his shoes.
The Charleston police never let him talk. And when he tried to offer an explanation, he got a truncheon to the ribs. His repeated demands for a phone call landed on deaf ears. The longer he was stuck in this cell, the further ahead Ashley Regan got. And perhaps, closer to danger. He needed to call Wiley and let the old man do what he does best, pull some strings to get him the hell out of there.MoreLess
His solitary cell was small, eight feet by eight feet, three windowless concrete walls and the fourth all bars with a door. Fluorescent lights outside the bars droned a continuous hum. He hadn't been questioned, just tossed in the cell, and told to wait. He guess...ed he'd been in there thirty minutes but he didn't know for sure. They stripped him of all his personal belongings, his belt, and his shoes.
The Charleston police never let him talk. And when he tried to offer an explanation, he got a truncheon to the ribs. His repeated demands for a phone call landed on deaf ears. The longer he was stuck in this cell, the further ahead Ashley Regan got. And perhaps, closer to danger. He needed to call Wiley and let the old man do what he does best, pull some strings to get him the hell out of there.MoreLess
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