Passing the time.
Someone should change that light blub.
It was beginning to really annoy him.
It has been flicking on and off for days now.
It was broken and yet no one cared… Lucas understood how it felt.
How long has it been? What date was it? Lucas had lost count on the days and couldn't be sure on the month. Was not like they kept calendars around to help you keep track of things, some of the other prisoners said it was Christmas but no one knew for sure. He has no idea where he is either as he had a bang over his head when they brought him here. Lucas found that amusing almost as he hardly expected to see familiar faces greeting him as they led him inside this prison.
So here he is, either in a Russian prison or a Finnish one for all he knows. He has been alone for days now which only means he is due for visit from the guards. Being alone is nothing new for Lucas, sometimes he prefers it. He was never one for parties or social scenes much prefer reading a good book or going to work. But being like this alone and forgotten is even pushing Lucas to the limits. He would even take Malcolm blabbing on about his latest gadget or his mother… anything over this.
Lucas has done what he could to keep his mind busy. He remembered old books and stories, replayed old missions, counted the titles on the floor, named the cracks on the wall and so on. He has even invented names and backgrounds for his torturers. He felt at times like Edmond Dantès from the book 'The Count of Monte Cristo' only Lucas was well aware of his crime unlike Dantès. Lucas had simply gotten caught in Russia with his hands on important documents… a spy caught spying on Russia; they were never going to send him home with a slapped wrist.
His last mission he has replayed from every possible angle he can think of many times. How did it happen? How did they catch him? Were there any mistakes in the mission's plan, Lucas could find none… but that didn't stop him trying what else was there to do. This was not like the films; there would be no rescue, no break because the world was not like the films. Spying was not all about guns, gadgets and woman it was more about blackmailing, under the table kind of deals and Lucas certainly not feel like he was a worthy assert for MI5 to risk breaking out.
He can't remember the last time he has had a cold beer nor the last time he spoke to someone in English. Something so simple like asking someone for the time in his native language and he has no idea when he last used it.
What is worse is when they come to torture Lucas it does not hurt as much as when they first did which tells him one thing… he has gotten used to it. What does that say about him as a person? That he could get used to torture? Is he the same man he once was? Of course not! He already looks different, his body covered in tattoos and he has lost a great deal of weight. His body is straining and crumbling under the weight of the years inside this prison. He had to get the tattoos naturally to blend in and become one of the prisoners; it was either that or be beaten by them as well. Lucas had surprised himself by taking the whole thing so seriously and carefully choosing what he would have tattooed one him. He wanted them to have meaning although he thinks that the meaning will be lost on many when he returns home… if he ever does that is. Does he even have a life after this? Or is he to stay here and rot in this cell or die randomly. Either one prolonged torture or simply be shot in the back of the head one day randomly.
There was a period where he was treated well, he had good meals, warm beds and such offered to him all he had to do was spill all of MI5's secrets and Lucas ever the fool rejected them. He did say once yes when they asked if he would become a spy, well why not? Worth a shot to get home after all.
He misses it… home. The people he knew met and worked with at MI5. He understands why they haven't come and rescued him, he may not like it but he understands.
A memory comes to him and with nothing else to do Lucas lets him takes hold of him and goes back to his first meeting of Harry.
"Ah yes, Mr North sit down please" Harry said walking into his office.
"Thank you and it is Lucas please," Lucas replied taking a seat.
"Very well then Lucas I have heard a great deal about you," Harry replied opening the folder that contained all the information from previous tests Lucas had been involved in.
"Not too much I hope," Lucas joked. Harry smiled back at him and they started the interview that would see Lucas become one of MI5 and lead him to Russia.
Fin
Reviews please, love to get some comments thinking I might write another chapter.
