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9.03 - 𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨

• • 1996 • •

A CLEAN RIGHT hook connected on the young Hispanic woman's face. She sat in a chair, wrists tied behind her back. The man who just hit her smirked and stepped back. She took a breath and looked back at the group of men before her in the dimly lit room.

"Créeme, no es así como esperaba que fuera esta noche." One man said. (Believe me, this is not how I expected this night to go.)

"Sé cómo querías que esto fuera. Confía en mí. Esto es mejor." (I know how you really wanted this to go. Trust me. This is better.)

"¿Para quién trabajas? Lukin?" (Who do you work for? Lukin?)

The other man came up, holding a knife by her face. His boss continued.

"Está paranoico. Cree que todos en la lista negra lo persiguen. Tratando de usurpar su posición." (He's paranoid. Thinks everyone on the Blacklist is after him. Trying to usurp his position)

She raised a brow. "¿Debería ser paranoico?" (Should he be paranoid?)

He snickered. The young woman looked at the knife at her throat and then back at the man.

"En un mundo de cambio constante. De diferentes poderes. No todo está grabado en piedra. Cuando se presenta una oportunidad... hay que aprovecharla." (In a world of constant change. Of different powers. Not everything is set in stone. When an opportunity presents itself...it must be taken.)

The woman didn't respond and kept quiet. The older man smirked and spoke English this time.

"One weak link can break even the strongest of chains. The Blacklist must be preserved, and its Engineers have to be vigilant."

Still, she said nothing and let the older man keep talking.

"And here you are. Lukin sends you to try and kill me. La Loba. Just a pretty face."

Like him, the lady decided to speak English too.

"You think I'm pretty?" She asked with a raised brow.

The man scoffed and moved to a table nearby. It had all the tools he needed to extract more information from her rather painfully. The young man beside her grabbed her face forcefully.

"You'll tell me all about Lukin and what he's planning. What he's told you about the Blacklist. Then you'll send him a message from me." He picked up some pliers and looked back at her. "Well...you might have to write it down."

Suddenly, the lights in the room turned off. The men in the room looked around, perplexed. The backup lights turned on moments later. It gave a red hue to the room.

"Check the next room." The older man ordered some of them.

They obeyed and went out the doorway, checking each corner with their rifles raised. It was very dark, and the only light source to help them was the emergency lights in the room's corners.

A gunman walked past a column, gripping his gun. Suddenly, he was pounced on by an unseen force. He was taken out with a quick stab and cut of his throat.