Lucas had been in worse places but was having trouble thinking what they were.
He must have been here all day. Stuck in this car boot. Caged and cramped like a rat in a cage. Who ever the driver was certainly wasn't going easy on him hitting every bump and crack on the road or maybe Lucas was just making it up. He had long finished the bottle of water they had given him. He had nothing to do but lie there and think and Lucas was really fed up of being left to think.
Where were they taking him?
He had left the prison days ago and seem to be travelling since then. He had no idea where as he was taken with a bag over his head. Where could they be taking him? He was already in hell so why move him? Maybe they had sold him. He had heard of spies who were being held captive by countries and then sold to other countries. It wasn't uncommon but who would want him? He had been held in a Russian prison for eight years. Any information he knew would be outdated and next to useless in the current world. Using him as pawn to force the British government to do their bidding was pointless as it was clear as getting him back wasn't high on their to do list.
Was this another form of torture dreamt up by Kachimov? Drive Lucas around and around until he started screaming in the boot? Lucas had to admit original and considering he had been subjective to just about every form of torture in eight years that was saying something. Lucas was pulled out of the boot of the car. Finally Lucas thought to himself so what now? He struggled to stand, his legs sore and back aching after being in the boot for so long. The bag over his head was finally pulled from his head. His eyes struggled to adjust to the light but as he turned he could see him.
It was Harry.
He was older yes but that was only natural.
Lucas couldn't believe it, it was Harry! Was this a dream?
The man next to Harry started walking towards them and Kachimov told Lucas to start walking. It finally clicked this was a spy swap. That Bastard Harry had finally got him free.
Lucas started walking slowly towards Harry. The man and Lucas past each other without a word. What was there to say? Swap life stories? Ask about the latest football scores?
Lucas walked up to Harry who greeted him with a smiling. He was smiling how could he be smiling at a time like this?
"Hello Harry" Lucas said smiling back at Harry
"Lucas" Harry greeted him "how are you?"
"Good" Lucas replied "cold"
Lucas wished he could say something else but nothing came to mind. He was cold, freezing in his worn clothes in this cold English air but he was also cold and numb to the events. No one had told him this was going to be happening or this would take place. He couldn't quite believe it he had been expecting another torture session and now he was free.
He particularly fell into the backseat and felt overwhelmed by the events. He watched with weary watched as Harry and Kachimov walked up towards each other and began to talk. Lucas couldn't hear what was being said and didn't care. It would be usual post spy chat and Lucas wanted no part it save it for another day.
Another day that is how Lucas felt about the whole thing. This wasn't the end, it was the beginning. He was home and ready to go back to work. Lucas was no longer a lost agent, missing in action, a prisoner, a name and number on some piece of paper.
He was back at MI5.
He was ready to be Lucas North again.