I had previously had a personnel debrief as I had been the one to pull the trigger.
“Yes Penelope the soldier did find the needle
“When will you stop calling me a Rupert Shaney?
So moving on, I’ve picked the lock shall we go up?”
A sudden movement caught my eye and my hand was on a man’s throat before he had chance to react. Good, my reactions hadn’t slowed.
I woke up at about half eleven with a headache that felt like a sledge hammer being whacked against my skull.
I was sent flying by an explosion; it had come from the suitcase.