The Contractor ( Darker Than Black )

Chapter 3

I come too, to only find myself tied up to a cold metal chair. Everything was blurry, for I was still gathering my senses together. There was a ringing in my ears that sounded like a gnat flying around my face. It was there but faint. I couldn't make out much of the room, besides the fact it was made mostly out of concrete, and what it appeared to be a one way window. It smelt like gun powder mixed with blood. It was such a metallic scent. This place, it seems familiar, but not at the same time. Like i've been here before, but in a dream instead of reality.

Just as everything started to gather back up to me, I hear a loud creek that caused my ears to continue to ring. I glanced over to where the noise was coming from. A metal door and standing between the doorway and the door was a man in a nice suit and two others who were wearing an unfamiliar uniform. I turned my attention back forwards as the man in the suit approached me.

The man stood over me like a scolding father to his mischief daughter. I took a better look at the man to only see a handsome face with a bit a beard starting to poke through his face. His eyes were beautiful! Bright green. His hair was dark brown and laid on his hair in a formally fetching way. His body was muscular and strong looking. He was just pure eye candy. I caught myself staring with a wide mouth. How embarrassing...

He gave me this raised brow look. He seemed as if he was waiting for me to say something, but what could I say? Hey, you might want to kill me or something, but you're really hot! Yeah, perfect.

"Скажи мне, чтомне нужно знать"... What? He's russian...

"Yeah, whatever you just said, I did not get..." It's true.

"Right. I said, you will tell me what I need to know." Holy Fuck! He speaks English. "Now, I should introduce myself to you." He cleared his throat. "I am Nikolai Ivanov." He spoke in a firm tone, showing his authority. "You are?" He asked.

"E-Elizabeth... Conworth. Elizabeth Conworth." My voice shook violently. This wasn't helping my case.

"Well, you do us good favour, and tell us what we need to know." His english wasn't very good, but I don't judge, especially someone who looks like that.

"I-I can't do that. I have an oath to my country." My tone echoed the fear I had building up inside of me.

"Very well." Nikolai made a vulgar gesture with a smirk on his face. "Maybe I teach you a lesson?" I knew exactly what he was implying, and I was not ready for his kind of torture.

"I'll talk..." It was the rational thing to do.

"Very good." He studied me closely. "Are there any weapons that the FGR should know about?" He asked in a gruff tone.

"Who's the FGR?" That's all I caught.

"Us, The Federal Government of Russia." He had a cold look on his face. "Now answer my question." He ordered.

"There is this gas, it causes the contractors to lose their ability for about an hour..." I didn't know much, for i'm just a low ranking agent.

"Really? Anything else?" He seemed pleased with me.

"Nothing I know about weapons or anything like that. I'm sorta new to this stuff..."

"That has to be a lie." He slid his hand down to my thigh. "Tell me what you know about the weaponry and America's plan against Russia." He knelt down and leaned in to where his lips were only inches from my ear. "Or this will be very enjoyable... for me." He pulled away slightly while chuckling in a cruel way. I fell blanke for all the fear in me was taking over. What do I do?