POLYGRAPH TEST

a Black Panther missing scene by Susan M. M.

Standard fanfic disclaimer that wouldn't last ten seconds in a court of law: these aren't my characters, I'm just borrowing them for, um, typing practice. That's it, typing practice. I'll return them to their actual owners (relatively) undamaged. This is an amateur work of fiction; no profit beyond pleasure was derived from the writing. This drabble (100 words, no more, no less) is premiering as 'netfic and has not been previously published in any fanzine or APA.

There isn't a Black Panther category yet, so I'm posting this in Captain America until a BP category is established.

Everett asked his boss, "Is this really necessary?"

"Purely routine."

"Name?" the polygraph technician asked.

"Everett K. Ross."

"Occupation?"

"Spy."

"Age? Lie," the tech instructed.

"Seven."

The technician nodded. They'd established a base line.

"What happened in Wakanda?"

"I don't know. I was unconscious most of the time."

"You were dying. What did they do to you?"

"I don't know. They didn't tell me."

The interrogation continued. Everett insisted, and the polygraph confirmed, he'd been in a hospital bed, unable to see anything. The interrogation ended.

Everett discreetly did not mention the certificate of Wakandan citizenship hidden in his apartment.