Battles under Review: Mackie Vs Prophecy

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TOPIC-You are apart of the CIA, and you are told to go on a mission to Korea and obtain intelligence about their nuclear activety and the 3 main locations of their power plants. During your mission you are spotted and kidnapped. Take us through the torturing, questioning and what little things you pick up on while there. Do you escape, are you rescued or do you meet your demise



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The Beginning of th End�

"Attention, this is not a simulation, I repeat, not a demonstration, your mission is not a vacation,
According to the Bush Administration, for the rest of your duration, you must pursue-the-infiltration,
Find any information, do-it-for-your-nation, your one and only chance, to avoid-elimination,
Your life is in the hands of your well-trained voice-of-imitation, with 1 month as limitation,

Well-disguised damned-within-strife of a Korean man-with-his-wife, but in my pants-is a-knife,
Faking desperate poverty, understand-that's-the-hype, not by my own vendetta, they just hand-me-this-life,
So for the past couple weeks, I'm a civilian, trained-with-the-eye, 'questioning' nuclear 'testing',
Korea's stained-with-the-lies, I feel it, my natural aim-as-a-spy, but we can't rush for the fear of over-pressing,
But time was draggin out, only 3 days-at-best, no ways-were-left, not enough information to pay-my-debts,
So I thugged a security guard, took his ID, calmly walked-to-the-gate, locked-so-I-wait,
Til a guy came by, faked talked-like-were-mates, dissed cocks-in-the-states, man all this hate�

Once inside the facility, I agilely slid-to-the-right, into a room with no windows where day could be night,
Barely missed-this-dude's-sight, as he left the room, and beside his food and Korean stew-and-Bud-light,
There was an shadowy silouhette, of what I needed to exploit-the-deceit, without noise-I-retrieved,
But before I could leave, you wouldn't believe, how many Koreans could fit in one room as a fleet,
Wind-at-my-feet, to avoid-getting-beat, I sought-for-retreat, only to get shot-into-a-seat,
And I cursed and I muttered, there had been less-than-week, but my skill had just-leaked,

 

�And so the drama begins�

 

I was drowsy, drugged, weary-eye heavy, when they dragged me to a dark room, lightly lit by a candle,
Hands tied together, spy-ready, as they ungagged me, but still ready-to-handle, held as the unsteady-vandal,
One punch me, one slapped, while the other slowly placed my own knife-my-thigh,
I screamed, as I plastered vomit on the rag, while the taste-swiped-my-mind-dry,
They asked abstract questions, testing my psyche whilst I responded by spitting blood on the desk,
They runts-then-cut-my-chest, I was impediment, beginning to question the idiotic choice-of-this-quest,
My pants were moist, but my lips were not wet, except by the crimson tears ex'd by the stitch of this mess,

They cackled, as they each pulled a thread from my mouth, each time demandingly going on with interrogation,
Imagine my situation, when I could not mutter a single word, but I could scream in aggravation,
The sweat mixed with blood, and the smell of my fear, as it slow motionly dripped in sight of my vision,
In spite of decisions, I was being gripped, tortured to, would I survive? Fuck, who am I kiddin,
When you feel so much pain, it puts things in perspective, they flame you, the tame you, so much more effective,
Back in America, they preach, how they'll always be protective, but who protects the protected,
'cause now my brain is infected, the pain is injected, a needled in my wrist says "Man, you're dead in a second,"
I felt it ripple-through-my-vains, tripling-the-pain, I groaned, thinking of names, what do you want! Fuck how I's trained,
America's to blame, I take it all back, I'm on Korea's side in this game, just free me, unleash me, it's all just the same,

So I give the the info, betray my own country, as they quickly untie-the-ropes, no lies-that-I-spoke,
Walked out the door, grin on my face, now that I know Koreans don't joke,
The sun light dawns, the first time in weeks do I see my own shadow, relief surrounds me, done with the battle,
But too soon do I speak, cause then I hear the guns rattle, am I in trouble? I swear, it's the truth that I tattled!
To my own demise, just outside the door, is my CIA-Team, then they find out what happen, no way-to-redeem,
I walk to my fellow operative agent, "Kid, hand me the gun", the second I get it, bang, I'm done with the hunt,
Thanks for the rescue, next time, don't leave me for months�

 

And it always ends with "According to the Bush Administration�"