The Hard Way

“Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way Mr Tull?” he snarled, leaning forward so he was almost pressing his face against mine.

“Well obviously I’d rather the easy way, but seeing as that will presumably involve me divulging information I do not in fact possess I’m resigned to the fact that we’re going to have to do this the hard and probably violent way”. This wasn’t one of my better days, a very severe case of wrong-place-wrong-time, and I hadn’t had lunch yet. “And I told you, I’m not Mr Tull, I don’t know who that is.”

“I don’t care who you think you are, with the cosmetic surgery, the gene therapy and the memory altering techniques around these days most people who end up here have nothing in common with their database records.”

“Do you ever think that you’re arresting the wrong people, why would I go back to the house?”

“The classic double bluff Mr Tull, luckily I’m too smart to fall for that.”

Then the violence began.

I threw up my breakfast fairly shortly after.

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