He Had No Idea What He Was Doing

He certainly didn't know why he was doing it.  He was on some type of autopilot, everything had just shut down in his mind a while back.  He couldn't remember how long ago.  He did remember when, though.

There had been a knock at the door and he assumed it was one of the packages he had been expecting, one of the things he had purchased online for the coming season's gifts.  Instead of a delivery, though, there had been two men in suits and sunglasses.  It was quite a shock.  

At first he was frustrated by what he thought was most likely some sales situation, some lame scam or other appeal for his money.  Instead they announced that they were from the FBI and they were looking to talk to him, though they didn't know it was him since they were looking for whomever his name belonged to.

He remembered thinking that this was bad, that he should say no, perhaps do as he did regularly on the phone and say that he was not that person who wasn't around anyway.  He also wanted to say something about needing a lawyer present, since from what he had read these things ended with the person being questioned either attempting to blow something up or simply being executed outright during the interrogation.  But he didn't do that.  He gave in and let them inside.  And they talked.

And that's all.  He didn't remember anything other than those moments leading up to it.  The weeks had gone by in a blur.  He had been contacted multiple times since.  There had been preparation of some type.  It was all in their hands, he had little to do.

Until now.  Now here he was, wondering what he was doing and why.  

He would never know.