The CIA Crown (For The Writer's Cramp)

"David?! Please respond! Can you hear us David?"

"Y-y-yes I can. I can hear you! You say you're from the CIA and so is my dentist, how do I know you really are?"

"My name is Special Agent Daniel Frock. I work with the CIA out of D.C. as part of a division that monitors and controls current and soon to be events of terrorism and intel gathering on U.S. soils. Your full name is David John Marshall. Born August 18th, year NW56 at 6:13pm in the 3rd District of New Pennsylvania to one Peggy Marshall and your father Geoff Marshall. Your Social ID number is V98-6858-12. We know you're married to Stacy Marshall, maiden name Rogers. You currently live on---"

"Yes! Yes! OK!... I believe you. This is all too crazy. Why are you talking to me? What does the CIA need me for and why contact me through a hi-tech crown installed into my tooth?"

"Mr. Marshall. David. We need to keep in constant communications with you over the next 6 hours. I'm sorry to say sir but you are now working for us. It's non negotiable. We have a job for you and you are going to do it."

"Why the hell would I work for you?! You put a radio in my mouth! What do mean? What do you want?"

There was a long pause as David could hear the agent deeply inhale and sigh.

"David we need your assistance in persuading your wife to a location. She is not the person you've always thought she was. David, she is a terrible woman working for a group connected with The New World Suppressors. I'm sure you've heard how their only goal is to destroy and destroy in order to take claim on world power and money."

David sat there in his car parked outside the dentist's office, stunned and feeling dizzy, until he caught his breath and managed to loosely say;

"Nnn-nn-o. That can't be possible. There's no way. This isn't some story book or t.v. show what're you saying?"

"Look. You don't have any options here." Agent Frock said firmly

"You and only you can help David. By tonight, when you're asleep, she will be meeting with her handler to tell him information that will lead to unspeakable damages and casualties to many innocent humans. Can you really allow that to happen David?"

By now David was a stone. Unable to comprehend what he was hearing from his tooth nonetheless. He could feel his heart pounding and mouth getting dry. He had always known there was something strange about the woman he loved.

"David, we know that you've known she once worked in the army. She probably had you convinced it was for our side too, but she never was. She is just a gatherer of information. Not one to directly cause physical harm to others. But the info gathered does. Tonight we can't allow her to speak the info she knows. You're going to have to stop her."

Not accepting of what he was hearing David got red and tense. Feeling angry, confuse and unwilling of what he was told, he took a deep breath and with clenched teeth said;

David started yelling. "No!. I will not hurt my wife! You can't possibly make me do anything that I don't want to do. Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think I'll just do as you command without hesitation? You think you can control anyone you want? Who the fu--".

David felt a sudden pulse throughout his body. He couldn't move at all. Only his lungs and heart had movement, but only automatically.

"I'm sorry David." Frock whispered. "Like I said you do not have a choice. While you were under anesthesia getting that crown put in we connected it to your cranial nerves through your jaw. With this in place we CAN control anyone we want. Now I know you're still inside that body of yours but you have no control over your movements or what you say. From this point on you're just a viewer watching a movie that you live in."

David started to scream and yell, but didn't make a single vocal sound. Only in his head could he hear himself.

Frock cleared his throat. "I don't hear anymore objections David...."

A few seconds of silence passed.

"Well good David." Frock said with a smile that he could hear.

"You're doing the people of this country a great service. Serving the greater good you are. You're going to be a hero!"

David could feel a tingle in his arms. He then sat and watched his hands move up onto the steering wheel, but not by his choice.

"Alright David, It's almost 8pm. You have those reservations at your favorite restaurant. It's time to see your wife Stacey."



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