Believers…

Tonight, they send a spy.

A man wrapped in charm and cheap confidence. A man who believes secrets are toys, danger is a joke, and truth can be winked away with a smile and a silly accent. Nigel Powers believes the world is a game of disguises — that if he laughs loudly enough, no one will notice the fear underneath.

But I am not amused.

Spies are trained to hide in shadows. To whisper half-truths. To survive by deception. They trade in misinformation, disguising lies as harmless fun. And that is why he stands across from me — not as an opponent… but as a liability.

Because lies cannot survive sustained pressure.

Nigel Powers believes chaos protects him. That confusion is a shield. That if nothing is taken seriously, nothing can truly hurt him. He dances. He jokes. He deflects. He treats conflict like a parody.

But parody collapses when confronted with certainty.

I do not chase secrets. I extract them. Slowly. Joint by joint. Breath by breath. When I take hold of him, there will be no gadgets to save him. No punchline to escape through. Only the quiet realization that comedy cannot drown out truth once it has locked itself around your spine.

Spies rely on escape routes. I close them.

Spies rely on misdirection. I remove options.

Spies rely on the assumption that no one is really in control. And that… is the deadliest assumption of all.

Every submission I apply is interrogation without questions. The body speaks long before the mouth ever could. When Nigel struggles, I will not rush him. I will let him exhaust himself chasing freedom that no longer exists. I will let the humor fade. I will let the smile crack. I will let the mask slip.

Because beneath the jokes, beneath the bravado, beneath the badly tailored confidence… there is a man who has never been forced to kneel.

Until now.

This is not espionage. This is exposure.

I do not need to outwit him. I do not need to outmaneuver him. I only need to apply the Message — consistently, methodically — until resistance becomes cooperation and cooperation becomes belief.

The audience will laugh at first. They always do. They laugh because laughter feels like safety. But laughter dies quickly when the truth refuses to let go. When the limbs stop responding. When oxygen becomes a luxury. When escape is no longer funny.

And in that moment — when Nigel Powers realizes the joke is over — the Message will be received.

I will win because lies panic.

I will win because chaos collapses.

I will win because truth does not negotiate.

This is not a mission.

This is not a parody.

This is a conversion.

And when he finally submits… when the comedy ends and the reality sets in… he will understand what all Believers eventually learn.

Obey.

Submit.

Believe.