CIA || Larry

7- Traitor

When Louis opened his eyes, he had a sharp pain in his leg and wrists. He couldn't see very well, so he opened and closed his eyes several times, trying to focus on what was around him, but he could still, even without seeing, feel his wrists being tied to something, something cold and metal, like chains.

When his vision finally became a little clearer, Louis looked around, disoriented. He was in a room. It was bare, there was nothing except a central table. He was in the middle of the room, standing, a pair of chains coming down from the ceiling keeping him upright and preventing him from falling.

He looked at his leg, the shot one, and saw a bandage around it, tightened very well, the skin coming out of those gauzes dirty with now dried blood. It was itching, actually.

He was tired, very tired, and he wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep, but this wasn't really the time to take a good nap. He couldn't even question where he was and what was happening, because a door, the only door in the room, opened and none other than Harry stepped in, hands behind his back and head held high.

But Harry wasn't alone. Next to him was another person, a man. Louis had a strange feeling. He knew that man, he knew he saw him before, but he couldn't remember who he was. Where had he seen him before?

But that wasn't what mattered to him at that moment. He looked at Harry. He was standing, in front of him, with a careless, authoritative and superior look, as if he hadn't just shot him or betrayed him "Harry, what- what are you doing?" He asked with difficulty. He was afraid of the answer, actually. He was afraid that his greatest fear- being betrayed by the people he loved- became reality and that Harry had truly betrayed him.

"I told you not to get involved," Harry replied, shrugging, "but you didn't listen to me, instead you wanted to investigate, coming into contact with things that didn't concern you. I had to do this."

"Do what?"

"Well..." he pointed around the room, and Louis closed his eyes, not even wanting to see his face.

"So, Agent Tomlinson" was the other man speaking now. He was a meter away from Harry, to his right, also facing Louis. "Do you know who I am?" He took a step forward.

Now that he was closer, Louis could see his face better and distinguish his features. He had already seen him, he knew him, but who was he? It took him a few seconds too long, probably, but the answer finally came and Louis opened his eyes in amazement "Agent Smith" he uttered those two words through gritted teeth.

"Ding ding ding, well done pet, you guessed it!" The man laughed.

Then Louis frowned "where are we? At the CIA headquarters?""We're quite far from that, Lou" Harry then replied "We're just outside London"

"What are you doing, Harry?" He looked him straight in the eyes "Is this some kind of test to see if I can escape?"

"You just can't understand, can you?" Agent Smith laughed "it's not a test" he took another step forward "Come on, just try to get it. Do you really think you're safe? That this is a safe place? Poor deluded kid" He shouted the last word right in his face . Louis looked at Harry "don't look at him, look at me, I'm here, in front of you" the man scolded him "you know, I hate agents like you. If I tell you to do something, you do it, and you don't get distracted by looking at someone else or something else" he said, bringing a hand to the Louis' chin and squeezing it, hurting him "You were right, I'm Agent Smith, but do you know what they also call me?"

Louis let out a chuckle and looked him in the eyes, "let me guess, Ercantis?"

"Exactly" the man smiled, as if victorious "You have something, Louis" he let go of his chin "I want it"