[WP] You drive political prisoners for the federal government. One day a teenager gets in. Their papers say DO NOT COMMUNICATE. Halfway to your destination, they start talking....

I always liked talking to the prisoners. Their reasons for how they there up there were always interesting, and some have even tried to convince me their innocent. I didn't care too much; I got paid regardless.

I reread the paper, which contained the usual information, but with one little addendum on the back of the page: Under no circumstances are you to communicate with prisoner 19-20-9-14-7

When I turned to look toward the prison gate, a young man was standing their with more than the usual security detail around him. I didn't think much of it, and maybe I should have.

I was nearly at the second prison when he spoke.

"How is your wife?" he asked calm and coldly.

I didn't say a word. Prisoners always tried to pull that kind of crap on me, but he continued without even giving me time to speak even if I wanted to.

"And your kids?" His words just as calm as before.

I just stayed focused on the road in front of me. Just two miles and-

"Answer me, Nathan." This time his words were-


"Wait wait wait, how did he know your name?"

"...I think you should let me finish my story"


Like I was saying, I sat stunned for a moment, but I didn't speak. I just kept staring at the road. I was so close to the next prison I could almost see it.

"Nathan, how are little Maria and Chloe?" He asked with a wide smile. He had barely finished the sentence before I gave in.

"YOU SON OF A BI-" I screamed, desperately trying to cut off my words.

Now his smile grew wider. He must have liked my reaction, maybe he liked how he could cut so deep knowing just their names...

Hundreds of thoughts went though my head. Maybe this is why they told me not to speak to him. Maybe he knows where my family is. Maybe someone is abducting my little girls-

"MISSION TERMINATED. MISSION TERMINATED. MISSION TERMINATED"

The words echoed throughout the car and within minutes, I was surrounded by the agency.


"So that is how I ended up here with you. I used to have the very job you have."

"Yeah right. Nice try, but you can't get into my head."

"I swear it's all true, Michael."

"Wait how do you know-"

"Turn the paper over."

Under no circumstances are you to communicate with prisoner 19-20-9-14-7

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