The Wrongfully Convicted Agent

ocktail was co

tthew Scott, watching me from behind the glass. His face was hard, convinced I had as

n I' d taken a bullet for. And he

dark

afterlife. I was still strapped to the gurney in the federal penitentiary'

ashed into my own. I was a 21st-century woman who had just been binge-watching this e

in my head, like a GPS g

Main Mission: Survi

producer. And its f

to give the final o

screamed,

om turned. Matthew S

g off the sterile walls. "Matthew Scott! You hear me? You' re not just a bad agent, you' re

m stoic to furious. He s

did you

in a torrent of rage. "You framed me, your most loyal agent, the woman who saved your worthle

the glass partition. "Proce

esitated, lo

r. The lights flickered violently, then died. The entire prison plunged into absolu

houts, alarms, t

Event Triggered: Statewide Power Grid Failure. Executio

could just make out Matthew' s silhouette, fr

asshole. The script