White light flashed into Moffitt's eyes, despite them being closed. He jolted awake.
The room he was in was shadowy, dark. Except for the bright, too bright light directly in front of him.
Where-where-? Then he remembered. His mission to retrieve important documents from the Germans' North African headquarters. Being captured. Knocked out. And now...now he was in a strange room. Interrogation, he was willing to bet.
He blinked, keeping his eyes away from the light as much as possible.
Stories of agents going blind from interrogation lights haunted him.
But when he closed his eyes, a hand hit him. Hard.
"You will keep your eyes open! No deception!"
He kept his eyes open, but met their questions with deception at every turn.