This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

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Who can you trust?

…

In the shadowy world of espionage, the new recruits are taught to trust no one, only their instincts.

Everyone lies.  Even they will, and very convincingly, during the execution of their duties.  The first time, they assumed a cover identity, and have a legend that is nothing like who they really are.

In other words, spies start out being normal people, and over time they are moulded into someone, and something, they were not.  Whatever ideals, thoughts, and beliefs they had before are discarded, in a sense, so that they can be someone else.

Someone who is ready and prepared to do what is necessary to keep the world safe from…

Well, pretty much people they gradually become.  It takes a monster, really, to do what is necessary, to kill another human being, justifying it by saying they are wrong, and you are right, to blackmail; cajole, and force others to do basically what is wrong just so right will prevail.

The story evolved a little in the rewrite, where our protagonist is a new agent in the field.  Things go wrong, and he wants to know why.

He’s told that’s not for him to decide, or question, that in essence he is merely a blunt instrument who takes orders and executes them, without question, trusting the people who send him that it is in the name of justice.

You can’t be an agent in the field with a conscience.

Perhaps Jack will be one of the first.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

What is the truth?

…

When I first started writing this story, I had an idea in mind where it would lead.

All I knew was that by the end of the story, a person who thought he knew what was right or wrong, would discover that the concept of right and wrong was just a matter of who told you what was right, even if it was wrong.

After all, he was on the right side, and doing good often meant doing anything and everything to ensure the bad buys didn’t win.

You know, the ends justify the means.

What if the one person you thought was on the side of truth and justice, was simply someone who wanted wealth and power and didn’t care how it was achieved?

The first draft of this story saw the main character, our protagonist, get sent on a mission that was compromised before it started.  What he thought was a mentor, and killed in action, and only just avoiding the same fate himself, was later portrayed as anything but the honourable man he thought he was.

It was meant to be a glimpse into the smile and mirrors world where nothing is as it seems.

In editing, the story seemed to take on a new life, and the true meaning of what the Enemy Within is about starts to come through.

It’s what I think I originally intended.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

What is the truth?

…

When I first started writing this story, I had an idea in mind where it would lead.

All I knew was that by the end of the story, a person who thought he knew what was right or wrong, would discover that the concept of right and wrong was just a matter of who told you what was right, even if it was wrong.

After all, he was on the right side, and doing good often meant doing anything and everything to ensure the bad buys didn’t win.

You know, the ends justify the means.

What if the one person you thought was on the side of truth and justice, was simply someone who wanted wealth and power and didn’t care how it was achieved?

The first draft of this story saw the main character, our protagonist, get sent on a mission that was compromised before it started.  What he thought was a mentor, and killed in action, and only just avoiding the same fate himself, was later portrayed as anything but the honourable man he thought he was.

It was meant to be a glimpse into the smile and mirrors world where nothing is as it seems.

In editing, the story seemed to take on a new life, and the true meaning of what the Enemy Within is about starts to come through.

It’s what I think I originally intended.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

Are we no better than them?

…

At what point do you tell yourself that

• You are doing this for King and country
• The end justifies the means
• You are on the right side of justice
• Bad people get what they deserve
  

Can you truly tell yourself that doing to them what they did to you is morally justified?

I’m not sure Jack is fully across what it is he has to do in order to find out what he wants to know.

It’s fine to tell yourself it’s what they do to you when the roles are reversed, but the question had to be, is there another way?

Well, the first interview went as expected. No information told that they know nothing, they are just foot soldiers told to act on orders, not question them, and no they don’t know who the person is that sent on your mission other than the operations officer.

The fix-it men, those who are little more than thugs in cheap suits are a case in point. They dish out the violence to achieve an end or carry out an assassination when asked.

He tried to do it the easy way. He soon learns there is no easy way.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

Are we no better than them?

…

At what point do you tell yourself that

• You are doing this for King and country
• The end justifies the means
• You are on the right side of justice
• Bad people get what they deserve
  

Can you truly tell yourself that doing to them what they did to you is morally justified?

I’m not sure Jack is fully across what it is he has to do in order to find out what he wants to know.

It’s fine to tell yourself it’s what they do to you when the roles are reversed, but the question had to be, is there another way?

Well, the first interview went as expected. No information told that they know nothing, they are just foot soldiers told to act on orders, not question them, and no they don’t know who the person is that sent on your mission other than the operations officer.

The fix-it men, those who are little more than thugs in cheap suits are a case in point. They dish out the violence to achieve an end or carry out an assassination when asked.

He tried to do it the easy way. He soon learns there is no easy way.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

A rum cast of characters

…

It is always a bad turn of events when a mission fails, and there is a search for the guilty.

It’s an even worse turn of events when the search for the guilty goes utterly array. Secret organisations are supposed to conduct secret operations, operations that no one but themselves is aware of.

That generally means leaving no loose ends.

In this case, we have two, Jack and Evelyn. Wally is dead, and Luigi is missing and presumed dead.

Because there are two loose ends, suddenly there are six more, a doctor, two interrogators, a fixit man, an actress, and a deputy director.

All have a story to tell, or perhaps not, but one way or another, Jack is going to get to the bottom of the affair.

And when he discovers who instigated everything, he is utterly astonished.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

A rum cast of characters

…

It is always a bad turn of events when a mission fails, and there is a search for the guilty.

It’s an even worse turn of events when the search for the guilty goes utterly array. Secret organisations are supposed to conduct secret operations, operations that no one but themselves is aware of.

That generally means leaving no loose ends.

In this case, we have two, Jack and Evelyn. Wally is dead, and Luigi is missing and presumed dead.

Because there are two loose ends, suddenly there are six more, a doctor, two interrogators, a fixit man, an actress, and a deputy director.

All have a story to tell, or perhaps not, but one way or another, Jack is going to get to the bottom of the affair.

And when he discovers who instigated everything, he is utterly astonished.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

Questions, nothing but questions

…

What do an out-of-work actress who says she was just auditioning for a part, a doctor who says he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and two interrogators who freely admit they made a mistake have in common?

They’re tied up in an empty factory in the middle of a construction zone, with little chance of getting out of there alive. There’s no upside, to their situation, talk or not, they know they are not going to walk away.

Is there a deal to be made?

Not as far as Evelyn’s concerned. The problem is she is still too hazy about what happened, and can’t exactly remember what it was they wanted to know, and she still has only part of the story.

They need leverage, something on them that will make their captives talk.

Time to set Millie, their computer expert free to do some deep digging into their collective lives.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

Questions, nothing but questions

…

What do an out-of-work actress who says she was just auditioning for a part, a doctor who says he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and two interrogators who freely admit they made a mistake have in common?

They’re tied up in an empty factory in the middle of a construction zone, with little chance of getting out of there alive. There’s no upside, to their situation, talk or not, they know they are not going to walk away.

Is there a deal to be made?

Not as far as Evelyn’s concerned. The problem is she is still too hazy about what happened, and can’t exactly remember what it was they wanted to know, and she still has only part of the story.

They need leverage, something on them that will make their captives talk.

Time to set Millie, their computer expert free to do some deep digging into their collective lives.

This book has also been written for some time, like The Document, and the manuscript was also sitting in a box with half a dozen others gathering dust and not quite as complete, so this month it is going to get the makeover, a first draft for the editor.

And so it begins…

…

Payback is a bitch

…

So much for ‘revenge is best served cold’.

I looked up the meaning of the statement and apparently, it means that the revenge is not immediately invoked, one waits until some time has elapsed to exact it.

Good perhaps, because it might be right at a time when the victim doesn’t need it.

Bad for the one handing it out, he or she has to wait, and that requires a special brand of patience.

Unfortunately for the gang, Evelyn has no patience or remorse.

It’s more like do unto others as they would do unto you.

Of course, there are questions that don’t seem to have answers and a swag of people saying that they were only doing their job.

So were, supposedly, the Gestapo in World War Two.

The rescue, however, has an upside, Jack learns just what resources his father is willing to provide.