The Liberal Assassin

Hours.

While the truth serum worked, the answers didn't. Thrown into a cell after Rion used my body as a punching bag to vent his frustrations, I was finally allowed some rest. In half a day, broken bones and bruises faded to nothing and only my vitality had yet to recover.

The torture and interrogation session wasn't as scary as some of the images I had in my head. After the truth serum was injected, I was made to relive the awful memories and take some roughing up. The answer remained the same and Rion sent his beloved spy to verify the location of the evidence.

I'll admit that I was slightly worried for Khronos. I've taken care to answer their questions without giving away too much. For a prisoner, it really wasn't as bad as I imagined it to be. Maybe if I stalled enough time, the others could carry out the plan and finish the job I left incomplete. Luna will be liberated, with or without me. It didn't matter if Rion and Arvin had their way, the people who were no longer blind to the truth will fight against their rule. I knew a few who would wage a war to see that justice was served.

The door was thrown open, startling me from my nap. The politician smiled in a way that promised nothing good.

"Come on! It's too early to be sleeping don't you think?"

I scowled, not even caring to hide my distaste for the man. It hasn't even been a day and he wants to have another go. My body clock wasn't that off and I knew this was going to take a toll on my psyche.

I didn't have the strength left to resist and let the old man drag me out of my cell for another session of roughing up. Arvin's old age made his kicks and punches a lot more merciful compared to Rion's. They stung for only a few minutes before the super regenerative abilities kicked in. The repetitive and predictable strikes lulled me into a pensive state.

I need to escape before things got uglier.

Eyes darted around to look for any possible tools I could sneak back into the cell but there wasn't much lying around. The guards, on the other hand, had really nice goodies.

Panting heavily, Arvin barked orders for the guards to lock me back in the cell. I pretended to stumble and collide into the guard that had the pretty looking access card.

The politician snorted in disdain at my dishevelled appearance and pathetic attempts to walk. The short walk back seemed unbelievably long. As much as I wanted to knock the guards out and dash for freedom, I knew I wouldn't go far. The injuries were fresh and would take some time to heal.

The door was locked once more and I had to force a smile off my face. The guard frowned at the facial muscles spasming in attempt to keep the wide grin away. The look of disgust on his face stroked the small fire of hope within me.

All that was left to do was to heal up and then break free.