she suddenly grabbed his arm. He paused and sat back down.
“Who are you?” she asked.
Kyle looked startled for a moment, then sat back in his chair.
“What do you mean Mia? I’m Kyle, your husband” he replied.
“Trust me Kyle, I know that you’re not, I want to know who you are” she said raising her voice a little.
Kyle stared at her for a moment and she saw that his eyes glanced over the counter to the telephone sitting on the worktop.
“Trust me,” she said. “If you even think about it, I’ll kill you before you leave that seat. Now start talking. Who are you?” she asked again.
Kyle put his hands up in a surrender type movement. Although he was in shock at what had just happened, he knew exactly who she was and what she was capable of so he knew the game was up.
“OK Mia” he replied slowly. “My name’s not Kyle but my real name is not important. I’m not your husband, I work for the Arena and I’ve been looking after you for the last couple of years on their behalf.”
“Why?” she asked.
“They needed you to have a normal type life where people saw you on a daily basis as part of their cover. They needed someone who couldn’t be blamed for the assassinations they needed doing.”
“Who are the Arena and why do they have control of me?” she asked.
“When you got damaged in your accident, the Arena took control of your healthcare and well-being as you had signed yourself away to them in your initial contract with the NSA. You were their perfect candidate for project M.I.A. They brought you back from the dead with their knowhow and the serum.”
“Are they the NSA?” she asked.
“No, I don’t really know who they are but they’re definitely not the NSA. They are government; they’ve got big funding from somewhere. Dr Cooper is the main man. He’s head of the whole thing.”
Mia started thinking about other questions she had and what else she needed to know.
“Why do you work for them when you don’t know who they are?”
“I work for them as they pay well and I was fed up being a field agent for all those years. I’m basically a glorified babysitter now making a lot of money.”
Mia could sense that Kyle’s tone was changing the more he spoke.
“So you’ve kept me here as a complete vegetable for the last two years for a good paycheck?” she asked.
“Well, someone was going to have to do it” he replied nonchalantly.
Mia could feel herself getting angry. She hadn’t felt that emotion for quite a long time and in the back of her mind wondered what she was actually capable off.
“How many people work at the Arena?”
“I don’t know but it’s quite a few. I would say at least twenty officials,” he replied. “Why?” he asked.
“Because I’m going to burn their house down!” she replied, with serious authority in her voice.
“You can’t. You can’t get in there without the access codes. They’re only active when you're out on a mission” Kyle said with a smirk on his face.
“Yeah, but I’ve got your codes Kyle. They should do,” she snapped back at him.
He was infuriating her more and more with his attitude to the whole thing. When she said that, Kyle’s smirk slowly disappeared. He realised that her knowing what was going on was obviously not a new thing and had potentially been going on for a while. Mia had made up her mind that this man, this imposter, had been part of a group that had kept her captive for their own self-motivated agenda and that he needed to die, but not before she got as much out of him as she could.
“How much do you know about the serum?” she asked.
“Not too much. I know that when they gave it to you it brought you out of your paraplegic phase for 72 hours at a time. I don’t think they knew it would bring you back permanently. The injection they gave you when you came back was just a cleansing medication that purged the serum from your system. It returned you to your vegetative state.”
With that
“Who are you?” she asked.
Kyle looked startled for a moment, then sat back in his chair.
“What do you mean Mia? I’m Kyle, your husband” he replied.
“Trust me Kyle, I know that you’re not, I want to know who you are” she said raising her voice a little.
Kyle stared at her for a moment and she saw that his eyes glanced over the counter to the telephone sitting on the worktop.
“Trust me,” she said. “If you even think about it, I’ll kill you before you leave that seat. Now start talking. Who are you?” she asked again.
Kyle put his hands up in a surrender type movement. Although he was in shock at what had just happened, he knew exactly who she was and what she was capable of so he knew the game was up.
“OK Mia” he replied slowly. “My name’s not Kyle but my real name is not important. I’m not your husband, I work for the Arena and I’ve been looking after you for the last couple of years on their behalf.”
“Why?” she asked.
“They needed you to have a normal type life where people saw you on a daily basis as part of their cover. They needed someone who couldn’t be blamed for the assassinations they needed doing.”
“Who are the Arena and why do they have control of me?” she asked.
“When you got damaged in your accident, the Arena took control of your healthcare and well-being as you had signed yourself away to them in your initial contract with the NSA. You were their perfect candidate for project M.I.A. They brought you back from the dead with their knowhow and the serum.”
“Are they the NSA?” she asked.
“No, I don’t really know who they are but they’re definitely not the NSA. They are government; they’ve got big funding from somewhere. Dr Cooper is the main man. He’s head of the whole thing.”
Mia started thinking about other questions she had and what else she needed to know.
“Why do you work for them when you don’t know who they are?”
“I work for them as they pay well and I was fed up being a field agent for all those years. I’m basically a glorified babysitter now making a lot of money.”
Mia could sense that Kyle’s tone was changing the more he spoke.
“So you’ve kept me here as a complete vegetable for the last two years for a good paycheck?” she asked.
“Well, someone was going to have to do it” he replied nonchalantly.
Mia could feel herself getting angry. She hadn’t felt that emotion for quite a long time and in the back of her mind wondered what she was actually capable off.
“How many people work at the Arena?”
“I don’t know but it’s quite a few. I would say at least twenty officials,” he replied. “Why?” he asked.
“Because I’m going to burn their house down!” she replied, with serious authority in her voice.
“You can’t. You can’t get in there without the access codes. They’re only active when you're out on a mission” Kyle said with a smirk on his face.
“Yeah, but I’ve got your codes Kyle. They should do,” she snapped back at him.
He was infuriating her more and more with his attitude to the whole thing. When she said that, Kyle’s smirk slowly disappeared. He realised that her knowing what was going on was obviously not a new thing and had potentially been going on for a while. Mia had made up her mind that this man, this imposter, had been part of a group that had kept her captive for their own self-motivated agenda and that he needed to die, but not before she got as much out of him as she could.
“How much do you know about the serum?” she asked.
“Not too much. I know that when they gave it to you it brought you out of your paraplegic phase for 72 hours at a time. I don’t think they knew it would bring you back permanently. The injection they gave you when you came back was just a cleansing medication that purged the serum from your system. It returned you to your vegetative state.”
With that
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