Agents Sydney Bristow and Marcus Dixon are hot on the trail of a drug lord who has created a mind-control drug so potent that in the wrong hands it could be one of the world's most dangerous bioweapons. Determined to halt production of the substance, the agents go undercover as dealers. Their approach proves to be successful when the drug lord invites them to his estate -- the perfect chance for Sydney to snoop around and find the location of the main lab.
But things don't go quite as planned. A government agency interferes with APO's mission; Sydney is forced to ingest a dose of the drug and commanded to turn on her APO counterparts; Dixon is taken hostage; and someone believed to be an ally turns out to be more foe than friend....
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December 05, 2006
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Excerpt from Mind Games by J. J. Abrams
The driving beat of techno pounded in Sydney's ears. A current of pulsing bumps and thuds accompanied by synthetic music and electronic voices singing the same line over and over again drummed into her brain. She wondered when this kind of music had become the soundtrack of her life. The repetitive dance beat followed her every where she went. It stuck in her head long after she left whatever club she had last been in. It haunted her dreams. She even found herself walking in time with the silent beat every now and again. It had to stop.
"I wonder if I can get workman's comp," Sydney mumbled aloud.
Amazingly, the waitress picking up drinks beside her could actually hear what Sydney said to herself over the echoing beat. "Problem?" the dark-haired, scantily dressed woman asked.
"Repetitive music syndrome," Sydney replied. "I was wondering if I could be compensated for the damage this music is doing to my health."
"Good question," the waitress said. "But I suspect the effects are cumulative, so you won't actually show any measurable signs until you're eighty."
"Oh, good. Something to look forward to," Sydney replied. "By then this club will have closed and forty or fifty others would have opened and closed in its place."
The waitress flashed Sydney an understanding smile, then circled the club, dropping off drinks, taking new orders, and checking IDs. Thankfully the woman didn't get too inquisitive with who she must have assumed was "the new girl," since Sydney didn't really work at the club.
"Sounds like you've made a friend," Dixon's voice said to her over the comm.