The Pill 2 - Toxic Ted the Drug Barons and the Government
Published by Mike Jones at Smashwords
Copyright © 2012 Mike Jones
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Two years later… somewhere in London
Somehow I found myself
sitting on a park bench. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining
and I could feel the warm breeze blowing in my hair. There were
people running in the park, keeping fit. I noticed one of the ladies
running towards me looked familiar. As she came closer I realised
that it was my mother. The last time I saw my mother was in hospital
two years ago.
“Mum,” I shouted. “Mum. It’s me Jack.” She ran straight past me. She did not see or hear me. I started to run after her but I couldn’t keep up. She was leaving me behind.
“Mum,” I shouted. “Mum. It’s me Jack.” But she just kept on running. I fell on the floor and hit my head… the pain.
The pain… I had a rude
awakening. I was sitting on a chair in the middle of my living room
with my hands tied behind my back.
“Where is he?” shouted the voice as I got another punch to my head. I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Are you going to tell me where he is or am I going to have to kill you?” said the voice. I recognised that voice. I opened my eyes and standing in front of me was my colleague Mat. He was my teammate, like me an undercover police officer.
“Mat,” I said. “What are you doing? What’s going on?”
“Just tell me where Toxic Ted is?” he replied. “That is all I want to know.” Mat has always been a hard nut but he was my friend. He was one of my friends who helped me change my identity. You just can’t trust anybody these days.
“So you are also a government agent?” I asked.
“You could say that,” replied Mat.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I work for anybody that pays me,” said Mat. “You could say I am a bounty hunter.” Then he put the gun to my head.