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555-1212. Field office red phone. Please leave your
designation, agency and condition code after the tone and we will contact you
as soon as possible. This is a non-secure line.
You have seven new messages.
*beep*
“I don't know which one of us is leaving this message. I hear
your voice and it sounds familiar, but he has become adept at guessing
my innermost thoughts. I found this number in my pocket. I didn't know who else
to call. Help me before he finds me again.”
Monday, 11:24 p.m.
You have six new messages.
…
*beep*
“I change hotels thinking he won’t find me but each night he
does. He beats me until I can no longer tell good from bad, cause from effect.
I know from the bruises I wake up with each morning. I don’t know where he
takes me but I think I've never left that place. He must be tracking our
communications. I won’t use this phone again.”
Tuesday, 11:45 p.m.
You have five new messages.
…
*beep*
“My memory has become fragmented beyond my age. I suspect he
slips something into my drink at night. Each morning I wake up groggy and
disoriented. I constantly flash back to random events I’d forgotten or images
of a life I never lived. I don’t have much time. I need you to re-establish the
protocol.”
Wednesday, 4:58 .
a.m. You have four new messages.
…
*beep*
“Why are you ignoring my messages? I wouldn't risk calling if
I weren't desperate. Or maybe I would. Like a moth with a flame, I am drawn by
the echo of his words inside my head like an instinct turned deadly wrong. Only
you can tell me why.”
Thursday, 4:16 a.m.
You have three new messages.
…
*beep*
“I know what you’re doing now. Why did you have him tell me?
Was it revenge? Or was he trying to warn me of the damage he’d seen your
memories create inside my head? Today, I can’t cleanse my mind of either
violence. I refuse to be your pawn.”
Friday, 8:23 a.m.
You have two new messages.
…
*beep*
“He didn't come to me last night. My mind is clear. I finally
remember. In the interrogation room, I saw the shadow of someone watching us. You allowed me to graduate into ignorance, remaining silent until
he spoke in anger. Even then, you chose your words to set everything in motion. You won’t use me to betray him. Don’t
contact me again.”
Saturday, 1:44 p.m.
You have one new message.
…
*beep*
“This will be my final message. I refuse to play your game
any longer. He found me again last night. This time I was waiting for him. He
confirmed you were in the debriefing that day. I know you've heard the
messages. He played me the recording. I still don’t know how my voice ended up
on your machine. But if you betray me again, I’ll…”
*crash* *smash* *scuffle*
“Quick, get him in the restraints.”
*thump* *thump* *thump*
“Hold him still. I don’t want to break the needle.”
*rustle* *rustle* *mmrph*
“Ok, that should keep him quiet. Throw the equipment on the
gurney. We’ll wheel him out through the lobby. Let’s move people before someone
calls the cops. You, hang up that phone.”
*step* *step* *step*
“Young, Karl G., Rendition. All clear. Subject is in
custody. En route to main facility for debriefing and psychiatric evaluation. Terminate
this extension and erase all messages. We’ll pick up his partner next.”
Sunday, 4:05 a.m.
End of messages.
Text © 2013 Edward P. Morgan III
Photo © 2013 Tim Fritz
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