Attack on Titan x Male Reader : Marley's Spy

War Is Coming

(Eleven days after the warriors return)

Whatever had been injected into him when that Rasberry woman shot him, it was cleaned from his system a lot faster than they would've anticipated, so that gave him time, however little that may be until someone either came to check on him, or to kill him if that's what they wanted to do, but he doubted that, they would've tried it already if that's what they wanted.

Shaking off the grogginess from being shot by a tranquilliser, he took note that he was strapped to a wooden chair that had one leg shorter as it wobbled. His hands were bound in handcuffs behind his back and to a pipe that jutted out of the wall. The cuffs were digging into his wrists very tightly, almost cutting into him to the point where it was actually painful to move his wrists.

His legs were bound with rope to the legs of the chair, which made it incredibly difficult to move. The light to the room was on, which meant that he could see since there were no windows leading outside, and looking around, there was no door either, the only thing he could see was a hole in the floor about ten feet to his left big enough for someone to drop into, probably leading to the sewers.

Directly across from him there was a hole in the concrete wall, where a door should have been, but it was blocked off by something wooden from the other side. A hidden room perhaps? But what could they be hiding in-

"Oh..." When he looked to his right, a long and wide corridor section was there, filled with workbenches, tools, and scraps. There were also weapons stacked in the corner, with a couple pistols lying on the benches. This was definitely the place he was looking for, but why did they feel the need to tranquillise him?

"Old bastard..." He mumbled as he realised what he had done. He hadn't given him a passcode to speak to what was left of the Restorationists, he'd given him a phrase that would've gotten him shot had they had a real gun on hand in the bar.

He could just barely make out faint voices coming from the other side of the wooden blockade, which told him that they had either just checked on him, or were just about to do so, and his suspicions were confirmed when the wooden blockade was moved to the side and out of the way, in stepping one Miss Rasberry, the spiky haired blonde man and another man wearing a red bandana over his forehead.

"You should've been out for a lot longer." Miss Rasberry stated as the three of them all walked into the hidden room, with her going passed him to grab one of the man guns scattered about the place. "It doesn't matter though." She made sure the rifle she picked up was loaded before striding back over to him, shoving the barrel into his chest. "Unless you want a grapefruit sized hole in your chest, you might want to start talking now."

"If you wanted to kill me, you would've already tried." Y/N remained unflinching in the face of the enemy. "Do you know who I am? Obviously not, because you wouldn't have shot and tied me up if you did."

"I know you're important enough to have a huge bodyguard come looking for you." The woman responded to him, slightly off put by the fact he didn't flinch at all when she put the rifle to his chest. "I also know that you're not from Public Security, but you managed to find us, so they could be on their way right now."

"Public Security aren't coming to get you." He tried to assure them. "If I wanted them here, they would've been the first ones through the door, I'm wouldn't be stupid enough to go in before them."

"That remains to be seen. I'm not going to just take your word for it." Miss Rasberry informed him. "You're very relaxed for a man that's strapped to a chair with a gun pointed at him. You didn't have any ID on you, nor did your 'bodyguard' divulge any information as to who you were when he came looking. So my first question would be, who are you?"