Aaron's P.O.V:
I opened my eyes and squinted around. My vision was slightly blurry.
Events from before I passed out came flooding into my head and I was soon fully alert.
I was sitting on a cold metal chair with metal cuffs on the armrests on either side of me.
My wrists and ankles were tightly restrained to the chair, but still, I tried to struggle.
"Aaron!", a voice called out, cracking in fear.
My head snapped up and I saw all four of the guys hanging a couple feet away from me from hooks in the ceiling.
"Vic! Where are they?!", I whispered.
"Th-they're coming. It's no use! We're gonna die", he whimpered.
"Listen to me. None of you are dying. They have to go through me first", I tried to calm him down.
"I'm sorry for not believing you", Mike said, looking down at his dangling feet in shame.
"Guys! You're not dying. I promise", I said.
It didn't matter if I didn't come out of this alive. I was an agent. This was my job.
"How can you promise that?", Tony whispered.
I looked at him and he looked defeated and tired. Even Jaime looked scared and not his usual self.
"Trust me. Do you guys trust me?", I asked.
"Now I do", Mike muttered.
The rest of them nodded quietly.
"No matter what happens, I need you to promise me that you'll listen to me", I said, my voice firm.
"What do you mean?", Vic asked.
"I'm saying that no matter the circumstances, if I tell you to leave, you leave. With or without me", I looked straight at them.
"What?! No", Vic immediately protested.
"Guys. This is my job. Promise me you'll listen", I said.
They all looked at me and were quiet, probably contemplating this.
"Okay", Mike was the first to speak up.
The guys looked at him and all slowly nodded along.
"Good. Now w-", I was cut off by the sound of a metal door screeching open.
The guy's faces pale and I kept an emotionless expression on my face.
"Glad to see you're awake, Aaron. Or should I say, Agent Aaron", Charles smirked, walking towards me.
I remained quiet and expressionless as he circled around me tauntingly.
"So you work for the IPA, huh? Well I know a little about them. I know the secret resources they were testing very few people with", he said.
My heart rate sped up immensly.
How could he possibly know about that? Only the highest ranked employees and the subjects themselves knew.
"I have a feeling you might be the last and only surviving subject of the operation", Charles grinned knowingly.
Shit, he knows.
But how? This makes no fucking sense.
My mind was buzzing with questions yet I remained calm and kept my poker face.
"Tell me Aaron, did you volunteer to be a subject?", he asked, still circling around me tauntingly.
My jaw clenched but I remained silent.
"You didn't, did you?", he asked, knowingly.
"So tell me, what exactly did they put inside you? Drugs? New-World immune boosters? What?", Charles asked.
I looked at him with a bored look on my face and said nothing.
He rose his hand and struck my cheek hard.
"Answer me", he spat.
"You want an answer?", I finally spoke.
"That'd be nice", he shot me a sick grin.
"Okay. It's classified", my lip twitched up slightly.
Charles didn't find this amusing and stuck me again, this time harder.
I could hear one of the guys gasp.
"If you won't tell me willingly, I'll force you to", he growled.
I said nothing, and kept my face neutral.
"Fine", he spat, and went over to the door. He slammed it shut and I could vaguely hear his footsteps stomping away.
"W-what did they do to you?", Vic asked, eyeing me cautiously. He was reffering to what the Agency did.
"Don't worry about it. Just keep quiet when he comes back. All of you", I said.
"He's going to hurt you...", Tony said.
"I have backup on their way. Tom called Michael. They should be here soon", I said.
"How would they know where you are though?", Vic asked.
"There's a chip in my neck", I shrugged.
Before anyone could reply, the loud screeching of the door shot through the room and Charles came back holding a box.
"Last chance, Agent Aaron", Charles said.
"Fuck off", I growled.
His smug smirk dropped and he glared at me.
He opened the box and dug through it. Then he pulled out a fairly sized knife with sharp ridges.
"Let's get started, shall we?", he grinned sinisterly.
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Nothing But Trouble
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