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Chapter 12

The sound of the door opening tore him from his thoughts. Footsteps. The Man.

“Good morning. Michael Quinn.”

Michael regarded him through narrow eyes. The slight smile on The Man’s face taunted him, made him want to punch The Man in the face, and he was not ordinarily a violent man. Again The Man was freshly shaven. His square jaw so smooth it glistened in the pale light.

“Just ‘Michael’ would be fine. I’m very well aware you know my full name.”

For a moment he couldn’t believe he had articulated his annoyance, but now that he had, he was glad. He held eye contact with The Man, challenging him with his stare.

“Very well, Michael it is then.” He looked Michael up and down. “You could do with a bath. Would you like a bath?”

“Yes, I would.”

“Very well then.”

Immediately The Man turned and left the room. He returned with a Black Guard. While The Man stood at the edge of the circle of light, the Black Guard came directly towards Michael. He raised his hand. In it was a syringe.