Agent in the Dark (The Agents for Good) by Guy Stanton III Page B

she could make, even herself. Oh she wished there was another way! Her head lifted off the pillows, as the dim outlines of a plan of action began to emerge within her consciousness.
    “No that wouldn’t work and besides I don’t have the guts for it!”
    Her spoken words didn’t seem to matter, as the plan r emained highlighted in her brain. The plan could accomplish two things at once, but she could lose far more than just her body being violated against her will.
    She couldn’t do it!
    She wouldn’t do it!
     
    To follow the plan laid out in her mind meant to sacrifice everything. She sensed that she was denying the Divine and traveling down a path of her own choosing in terms of her stubbornness not to accept the plan. That was something she’d sworn that she would never do.
    Crying brokenly into the pillows she stuttered out b etween sobs, “Alright I’ll do it, but please work on him! He scares me! All of this scares me! Oh God this isn’t fair! I’m not happy with this!”
    On a keening sob she wailed out softly, “But I’ll do it! Oh God help me, I’ll do it!”
    Sleep came in the midst of the tears and she was asleep and at peace without really knowing that it had occurred.

 
    C hapter Seven
    Option B
    The door opened and I watched Asia hobble out. I leaped out of my chair toward her. I had completely forgotten about her ankle. I cursed softly; as I noted the pain it caused her to walk.
    She didn’t draw back from my approach, which was su rprising. Some part of me expected to see my own knife being used to disembowel me, but she let me swing her up into my arms without protest. I sat her down in the chair at the table, as I got down to my knees. Gently, I brought her leg up. Her ankle was only swollen slightly, but I felt around the joint carefully just to make sure the damage wasn’t worse.
    “It’s just sprained not broken.” I said glancing up.
    I was captured by the look in her eyes, as she watched me feel at her ankle. Her eyes seemed to peer into my soul and uncomfortably I looked back down.
    “I saw some athlete tape a few floors up. I’ll be right back with it.” I said hurriedly getting up and leaving the room.
     
    I found the tape in short order and made my way back down to Asia. She was sitting, as I had left her waiting p atiently. She seemed oddly surrendered in some way that I couldn’t place. It was actually kind of unsettling.
    Her ankle taped up securely I started to rise, when the tips of her fingers grazed my cheek, “Thank you.” She said softly.
    There she was with the nice manners again.
    “You’re welcome.” I said briefly before turning away.
    Her nice manners made me feel like scum. All I did was da ydream about what I wanted to do with her intimately. She in return continued to thank me and offer to share her food with me. If she wasn’t careful someone would take advantage of her kindness.
    Who was I kidding! I was that someone and knowing that made me feel oddly guilty. I got out what food I had to offer along with water and we started to eat in silence.
     
    For being a woman she didn’t talk much. I found myself wanting her to speak more, which was weird. Typically that was what I most wanted to fast-forward through. I stifled a groan. She was driving me crazy with the way she was lic king the chocolate off her fingers. She’d said something.
    “What?” I asked, blinking in an attempt to refocus some corner of my intellect from where my mind had been co ncentrated.
    “You said we were going to talk today.” She repeated herself cautiously.
    I came fully back to reality, “Yes, I did.”
    I reached down and pulled the small drives out of a poc ket and set them down on the table between us. Her eyes rose to mind and as usual I couldn’t really tell what she was thinking. I didn’t like that.
    “I used to work, as an agent for a highly clandestine type of organization if you will. Needless to say I did something that earned me exile to a remote