"You really remember nothing?"
"Yes, really. I only know my name because you keep using it. Are you sure I am who you think I am?"
The man stood and walked over to the kitchen worktop and returned with a folder which he placed on the table in front of Michael. He gestured for him to take a look.
Michael opened the folder and began to look at the documents. There were photos of him and a lot of documents that were heavily redacted and marked CLASSIFIED.
"None of this means anything to me."
"We need to jog your memory."
The man in the suit walked to the door and called in one of the other men.
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