Lisaa woke up.  This was an accomplishment worthy of the day.<br/><br/>Lisaa rolled out of bed.  This too was an accomplishment worthy of the day.<br/><br/>Lisaa fell first on the cold linolium floor and felt a stab of pain shoot down his neck.<br/><br/>Fuck.<br/><br/>This was not an accomplishment worthy of fuck.  Berkole! Damn he hated this nonsense.  Why had he not followed his first instinct and simply refused to work for the military after his mandatory conscription.  They couldn't make him do anything.  THEN.  Now this CIA asshole was making it feel like they could make him do anything they wanted.  He could only use classified lawyers, the kind that also worked for the government and he had given up a number of his rights.<br/><br/>It was the kind of thing that Lisaa might have believed that someone dumb enough to work for the CIA might be stuck in; not someone in Finland.  He had done quite a bit of looking on the net, and he had gone, he was pretty sure, in the lexicon of spies from 'consultant' to 'asset' which meant that the rules were a lot more lose about what they could or couldn't do.  Bottom line? Lisaa didn't care and he was very tempted to go to the media.<br/><br/>But the government in his country scared him.  Sure, outwardly they weren't as crazy as the Americans, but moreover, his instincts screamed that this was dangerous.  Very dangerous but his heart didn't care.  These bastards had to pay! And he would make them pay.<br/><br/>He got up.  That was an accomplishment worthy of the day.  He got a bowl of cereal and put it in the microwave and stared at it until he realized there was no point to that, took it out and poured in the milk.<br/><br/>Not that bad.  Discovery.<br/><br/>That was worthy of the day.