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Agent Out of Time

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It was a tough call and one I wished that I didn't have to make. Grabbing our packs we headed off into the inner reaches of the prison. It soon became apparent that security was no big priority here. There weren't even surveillance cameras to have to dodge.

The place reminded one of a medieval dungeon, with a few outdated light bulbs swinging in the cobwebs. The smell of the place was horrible and only getting worse. That smell said everything that we'd heard about this place was true.

We dodged to either side of a walkway, as voices sounded nearby. The guards came closer and rounded the corner. I shoved one up against the wall my hand over his mouth, as my other hand buried a knife deeply into him. At the same moment, as I attacked, Trent's muscular arm came around the throat of the other man and dragged him backwards, as he buried a knife in his man's side.

We dragged our lifeless victims back out of the way and continued on down the hall. We were passing cells now. Some were empty. Some had rotting bodies in them. Some were occupied yet by the living.

Trent and I looked at each other in the feeble light. We were in hell and going through it as we imagined Deshavi in this place of horror. Trent glanced away into a cell, as we both had to keep doing, as we didn't know where Deshavi might be. Something he saw made him lose it. He bent over hacking hard.

Not wanting to see the sight that he had, but in fear that it might be Deshavi I looked. It wasn't Deshavi, but the sight of such foul torture was enough to jar one's sanity.

The images of these suffering people would haunt me to my grave. I put an arm around Trent, as he reverted to just dry heaves. I pulled him along, until he straightened and broke my hold.

"I'll kill every last one of them!" He said vehemently.

I shook my head at his words, "They make new ones every day Trent. This world is filled with bad people, who do terrible things. You could kill all day and get nowhere. Believe me I've tried. There's no correcting the errant paths of humanity other than the transforming grace of God's merciful Holy Spirit. No one in this life is going to get away with anything that they've done."

"How do you explain away what you did to those Russians? That was torture."

I cringed inwardly, because I had set such a bad example. "I guess the best that I can say about that is that I let the pain I was feeling in the moment act too much on my behalf. I should have just put a bullet in their heads and let God's judgment suffice for revenge's sake. Don't be like me Trent."

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