“Agent Smith. Yes, that’s really my name. I’ll make it worse. My given first name is Fred. Honest to God. Fred Smith. And, please, I’ve heard every single joke there is about being a CIA agent named Fred Smith.” He held up his hand. “Especially the ones from The Matrix, so please try to resist the temptation, and this will go a lot faster.”
The MatrixSix feet tall and bright-red hair without going quite carrot top. All Carla cared about was that he wasn’t one of the clump of CIA sadists who had questioned her last night. The night before. Yesterday. Whatever.
They were back in the same briefing room she’d been stuck in for so long whenever that had been. Steel table, steel chairs, no windows, no air.
She hadn’t been near a single piece of intel during the whole mission and hadn’t intera
