His eyes narrowed. What was going on Wasn't he dead He remembered being betrayed by his boss and shot five times, already dead.,Trying to stand up was impossible. The pain in my leg was too intense, even the slightest movement tore through me like shards of glass.,Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.。