Agent K—

Cold water rushed over Chase jolting every cell in his body awake.

“Good morning, Mr. Henderson,” Agent  K— said.

Chase pulled at his arms, but they were still tied together behind him. The water dripped into his eyes, making it hard to make out Agent K—’s form.

“Good morning.” Chase did not recognize his own voice. It was raspy, dry. “Here to try again? I won’t talk.”

“No,” Agent K— said, “My employer has grown impatient. He’s instructed your—” Agent K— paused a moment, “extermination.”

“What? But I have information you need!”

“Information has an expiration date and so do you.”