All I said was speak to my lawyer. Which pissed him off even more. They tried every means of persuasion to get me to go another 15 missions. Everything from a gun to my head to beatings, to threatening to kill my family. But I would not budge. Next came the character test. They had been watching me every day of my life from almost the day that I had arrived at the University of Rochester (actually it was since I was age 2), but anyway they were testing me whether I knew it or not. From the close quarters with Gwen to Gwen wanting to have sex with me.
To me turning her down. To how I reacted to this situation to how I reacted to that situation.
They bring me into a dark room, there are people all around me, but I cannot see them. All I can see is a small desk light on the table and a figure behind it. He starts to ask me questions about why I stole Brian’s steroids. I knew that I was screwed if I answered either way. If I answered “Yes” I stole them and admitted to the wrongdoing would they see it as being honest or would they see it as being a tattletale, or if I said “NO” and lied about it even though I knew they had videotape of me doing it would they see me as someone who could keep their mouth shut under the pressure or would they see me as being a lier.
So I did the only thing I could in an attempt to escape, my only way out. I answered BOTH WAYS. At first, I said “NO“, then I changed my answer to “YES” then back to “NO” again, and I waffled back and forth several times until they told me to leave. The man with the white hair then takes me back to my room. He has a smirk on his face as I believe he knows what I have tried to do.
I thought I was out, they couldn’t trust me and they didn’t know what to think of me, maybe, just maybe they would just leave me alone. As it turns out, they take me into the woods by car ride. We get out of the car and the two men tell me to go over and look over the edge of this huge hole they had dug in the ground. I hear the one-man “cock” his pistol. Without thinking or without any thought I leaped back at him like I was a cheetah, grabbed the gun and broke his neck with my hand by crushing his throat and windpipe like it was an empty beer can.
The other man starts to run away and I ran him down within a few feet and broke his neck too. I sat down right there next to the bodies and began to cry. “Why does everyone want to kill me” I kept saying to my self “I just want to be left alone, I just want to be a kid going to college“. I heard the portable phone ring a few times but I didn’t answer it. After a while another car showed up, it’s the man with the white hair and he tells me to get in the car and we drive off. I’m sitting in the back seat and I look out the back window I see them examining the bodies as we drive off. My realities were starting to blur as my programming began to come undone.
No paperwork – A day or so later I am back in the darkroom with the small lamp, this time they sit me down and discuss with me my options. This time it’s a different Mr. Green. A man that I don’t ever remember seeing.
He told me that I can either corporate and continue as an agent or they will be forced to kill me as they can never just let me go. I remember making a joke “I don’t suppose you will let me go and we will forget the whole thing ever happened” I said. The man did not laugh at all. I knew they were serious. So I let him have it. “Agent! agent1 I’m not an agent, and I’m not in the f*cking army, I’m a f*cking college kid, who you have taken against my will and done something, so you can go fu*ck your self as far as I’m concerned.”