Residual Pain

**MR ANTONY SANTOS**~Day Ten

It's midnight. A few minutes past a least.

After standing at the entrance for over half an hour, the shock still didn't fall off my face.

It's one thing to be a criminal mastermind, evading the capture of the FBI while working for the Russians, it's another thing to do all of that while pretending to be an informant.

It's dancing on both sides of the field.

It's sick and twisted and I can't imagine how Agent Michael must feel.

He was his informant.

It was he who told him things about the operation and currently the details of the land Tracy is suspected to be on.

If he finds out, the guilt will beared by him, all eyes would turn to him and all fingers would point to him as they judge him for making that mistake.

Agent Michael went back to the hut filled with computers.

In this moment, I was able to lift one leg up and

move.

Getting to the hut, I opened it and he was frisking.

His hands were shaking, swiping on the screen in different directions.

He sniffl