I stopped carving notches into the wall about two weeks into my stay firstly because it was clichéd and secondly because it didn’t help pass the time. As far as I can reckon even without the notches I was captured about seven months ago while in Istanbul i’m not sure who told them I was there but there must be a pretty substantial mole in our information network because I was barely off the plane before I was picked up I say them because I don’t know for sure who picked me up everyone I,ve had contact with from the agents who picked me up to the guards outside my cell right now have spoken english with no detectable accent. My cell door opens and two guards walk into my cell holding semiautomatic weapons one guard is also holding handcuffs and shackles for my feet nothing is said because at this point this has become a daily ritual everyday at what I assume is the same time they take me for my daily exercise once around the perimetre of the internment camp just to make sure I don’t have to much pent up energy to cause trouble. As I hobble down the hallway sandwiched between two guards I realize I have never seen or talked to any other prisoners the corridor I’m walking in is long and unusually wide every ten yards or so the path is illuminated by a fluorescent light which showers the middle of the hallway in an annoying glare of white light but leaves sides and corners of the hallway (were the other prisoners cells are) bathed in darkness leaving me to believe I have only shadows as my fellow inmates. It takes me a few minutes to realize that something is different about this time than all the other times I,ve been taken for exercise for one thing the guards seem to be much tenser than usual but it isn’t until we get to the front gate of the camp before I realize that whatever is happening I seem to be involved. We stop when we get the gate no explanation no warnings no anything just silence and the tension I mentioned before. There is a road visible from the main gate it doesn’t lead right up to the gate because that would be careless for what I assume is a secret camp but It wouldn’t take much off road driving in order to make it to the gate oddly enough as soon as I had that thought a car appeared in the distance I could tell from the way the guards stood to attention on either side of me that this was what they were waiting. As the car got closer I could see that maybe car wasn’t the best way to describe this vehicle armoured truck would probably be a better word. I was more than curious when the truck left the road and started driving across the rough terrain seperating the camp from the road as there was a good chance that whatever or whoever was in this truck would play a big part in my near future.The truck pulled up to the gate the gate was opened two men in uniforms holding guns came out and opened the back of the truck to reveal a man in a shackles and handcuffs who looked like he was in a situation not dissimilar to my own.
”We’ll need to see some paperwork” said one of my guards. My guards and the foreign guards exchanged paperwork.
” Everything seems to be in order here’’said my first guard. The other prisoner was taken over to the guard booth and his handcuffs and shackles were taken off.
”Welcome back to your own people Agent 427′’said the guard.
”Its good to be back” said Agent 427 and then he walked away into the camp then something awful happened the foreign guards turned around and walked back to there truck completely forgetting the second step in a prisoner exchange.
”Hey’’said one of my guards”aren’t you gonna take him with you”
”who’’said the foreign guards.
”Prisoner number 647 thats who’’said my guard.
”You might know me as agent 420”I said.(I find it odd that wether I am among enemies or my own people I am always refered to as a number.)
”Why would we take him” said the foreign guard.
”He’s one of yours isn’t he’’said the guard.
”Is he” said the foreign guard.