Playing With Fire (R6xOC)

Chapter 2

"Schieße, beruhigen dich, frau! I already fucking told you, lady! I am a contracted agent. They contacted me to help them, the pay was good, so I accepted! (Shit, calm down woman!)" I shouted at the skull-faced woman who had been running my interrogation for the last fifteen minutes.

"Let's try this one more time, palhaço. (clown)" She threatened as she put a knife to my throat. "Name, now."

"Krystof Kötz." The Brazilian woman stepped back, before looking at the one way mirror. Stepping out, the woman closed and locked the door with a faint, but distinct click. All I heard was incomprehensible muttering, which only confused me more. They stood talking behind the door for what seemed like forever, until the door unlocked.

"Shieße, What now?" I asked. "My name is Krystof Kötz, I was born on July 5, 1984, in Bremen. I have a brother, Elias Kötz. I was formerly in federal crime scene disposal."

Through the door, came two men. One of them was a somewhat scrawny man with glasses and a t-shirt, and the other was a man wearing a GSG9 shirt and jeans who looked very familiar.

"Hello, I am Harishiva Pandey, director of Rainbow Six, but please, call me Harry. This is-"

"Krystof? Bist du das? (Is that you?)" the German asked, as he looked me in the eyes, smiling and taking quick breaths.

"Elias?" I asked, unbelieving. He nodded, as I tried to stand up, but couldn't. "Verdammt! (Damnit!)"

I struggled against the locks for a minute, before I was loosed from the handcuffs by Elias. I immediately embraced him, as we squeezed the life out of each other. It had been about a decade since we had seen each other, and he was my only remaining family member or friend. Separating, but still holding each other's shoulders, he looked me over.

"Mein gott, what happened to your face? (My god)" He asked, referencing the burn scars that covered my jaw and stretched to my gut. What he didn't see was the burns all across my back.

"Ah, The scars. Those were an unwanted addition to my body that happened during my last mission with my old team." I said, as I lowered my head in reverence.

"And what happened to- oh." He realized, as he hugged me like he was a father comforting his hurt child.

"I'm truly sorry to interrupt this reunion, but there are some things that I need to discuss with Krystof."

"Apologies, sechs. (Six)"

"It's perfectly fine, I would just like to have a chat with Krystof." Six responded.

"So, Krystof, you said you were part of the federal crime scene disposal. Could you tell me what that is?" He asked, as he clicked his pen and put it to his notepad.

"It was a pretentious title, I never agreed with it. To put it plainly, we made things disappear. Crimes, money, people, you name it. We were a group of uniquely trained soldiers, all with a purpose. I disposed of evidence, using my custom VC1-Incinerator. Speaking of which, if any of you put a scratch on it, you are as good as dead."

"So you were a clean up crew?"

"Yeah. Sometimes, however, it was a bit premature." I said, as I folded my hands on the table.

"Could you please elaborate?" Six requested.

"Sometimes there was a guy that a senator had problems with, or there was a reporter digging into stuff that could incriminate a lot of higher ups. We made them disappear."

"So you performed government cover ups?"

"Those are some one sided examples. We were by no means exclusively working in US government cover ups. We worked for any country that paid."