"You failed to eliminate her." His voice rings out through the room, cold and displeased in tone.
"Pl- please!" Stutters the man in black. "I asked her if she knew anything about SAKA, and she said she didn't know anything!"
"How dare you utter that name in this sacred room! Did it ever occur to you that she may be lying?" He looks down at the man in black, who is on his knees at his feet.
"She seemed innocent!" The man in black defends himself. The woman in the corner shifts uncomfortably. She knows this routine too well.
"All of their people seem innocent! That's what makes them dangerous! Did it ever occur to you to simply snipe the girl and leave?"
"I tried! But the wind started up just as I shot, and I missed! The girl ran then, just a black blur in the landscape. She went inside a building, the police headquarters, and I couldn't get her!" Shouts the sniper, tears running down his face.
"Lies," He snarls. "All of it." The woman in the corner shifts again and steps forwards into the dim light in the middle of the room. She sticks out, wearing cargo pants, a black shirt, and a sleeveless, dark green jacket sewn in cylinders so it looks somewhere between a life jacket and a vest.
"Please," She says, her voice unexpectedly rough, yet gentle. "Perhaps he is telling the truth."
"Barbara, we have discussed this. You know your place. And even if it is true, he has failed. Take him away."
Barbara steps forward and grabs the rope that binds the man's hands. She lifts him to his feet, the pulls him out of the room and down a hall, the man's shouts echoing back to the dim room.
"Please! I can do it! Please! No! Please!" The shouts for mercy fade away as their source travels further away.
The man left in the room turns around, stepping towards a board filled with photos, connected by red string.
In the middle of the board is a picture of a girl, taken unknowingly. The girl has dirty blond, curly hair, a purple shirt, black pants, a hat, and a black cloth mask that covers her entire face.
"This girl may be our greatest enemy." Says the man. "Or," He continues, as if struck by a brilliant idea, "She could be the key to our success." He turns back around and walks to the table in the middle of the room. He presses a button, and static crackles.
"Yes, sir?" Asks a voice from the static.
"I've had an idea. The girl must be captured alive. Tell your command."
"Yes, sir!" The man presses another button and the static stops.
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Claws
مغامرة"'Well, Adrian?' I ask. 'You ready?' 'Sure. Hop on over.' He replies. I jump over the counter, and Adrian catches me before I hit the floor. I swat his nose and he lets go, dropping me onto the hard tile floor. I glare up at him, annoyed. He l...
