Kidnap? Kidnap?!
Without a moment's hesitation your brain roared into overdrive. Allowing you to think. Process. To try and work this absolutely absurd and nonsensical idea through the logical side of your brain.
Spandam wanted to kidnap you?!
The four members of CP9 remained as they were. Frozen with various emotions twitching at their face. Kaku looked enraged, Kalif anxious, and Blueno with a strange mix of disappointment and resignation.
Lucci remained the same. Impassive. Unreadable. As if he hadn't just said the words that had shaken you to your very core.
"Is this true?" You eyed each and every one of them in turn. "What Rob Lucci said. That my... my... my sponsee-" you weren't even sure that was the right word at this point, your brain was too addled- "wishes to capture me?! Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"This is why I suggested that we should lead the conversation naturally up to this point before revealing our superior's plans," Kaku groaned, pinching the bridge of his very rectangular nose. "Then it would not sound quite so ridiculous!"
Lucci merely glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, void of any emotion, and said nothing. Evidently not a man of many words.
Sighing again, you made to cradle your head in your hands. Before stopping short. In your addled state your metal hand had almost slipped free from under the cover of your poncho. The thought sobered you up in an instant.
What if this was all a ploy to get you at your weakest? To shock you so much that you eventually end up crumbling under the weight of the perfect tower you'd built. You'd invested so much energy in your image... in your attitude... You needed to remember that one wrong move, like the 'imperfection' of your metal arm, would send it all crushing down. While probably not Spandam's plan, there was a high chance that the agents themselves could have thought of something that devious. They were prepared to lose four years of their lives infiltrating a city for a mission after all.
Take a minute.
Pause.
Get your bearings on the situation. Think things through. And then, when everyone was out of sight, let your emotions wash over you.
"I'll repeat it again-" You straightened yourself to your full height, ensuring that your pistol was still in full view of everyone in the room- "is this information true? I will only believe it if I am given sufficient evidence proving it so."
"I am concerned you believe us capable of providing false information to someone of your standing. We have better integrity than that," Kalifa dipped her head, and out of the corner of your eyes you could have sworn she smiled a little. "However I would be even more disappointed if you blindly accepted it."
"We still have the original message that Spandam sent us." Bleuno interjected, placing a feeble looking transponder snail onto the table in front of you. "All calls that come in are stored on this snail for us to look over when any of us are available to listen to one, then deleted immediately after."
You arched your brow, "So this snail has nothing on it? I fail to see how it is at all useful in that case."
"This is my snail." Lucci raised his hand sharply. "The message has not been deleted. Kalifa managed to contact me before I listened to the message because she thought it would be useful, like you mentioned, as evidence. Our last orders should still be recorded on the snail."
"Is that so?" Well that was all awfully convenient. Too convenient even. You had to push further. "However I assume you received the message at around the same time she did. Why, then, was there a sufficient enough delay for Kalifa to listen to her snail and attempt to contact you?"
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Broken Faith
Fanfiction[F!ReaderxASL] It's hard sometimes to accept who or what you are. That thought came to you when you were only six years old. Because being one of the infamous World Nobles wasn't enough, now you have to live with a robotic arm after the fire that de...
