TI - Buntowniczka - Rebel

🇺🇸 Chapter XX - Mole true identity

Story is owned by Veriase.

(Y/N) - Your name.

(L/N) - Last name.

(E/C) - Eyes color.

(H/C) - Hair color.

(D/N) - Your father name.

(M/N) - Your mother name.

(N/N) - Nick name.

(F/W) - Favorite weapon that you use.

(C/N) - Country name.

(T/N) - Town name.

Thinking

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    (Y/N) (L/N) opened his eyes feeling like his head just meet a wall... Fuck, I don't remember clearly how it happened. Young man looked around quite a neat room with the table in corner of the room and two chairs.

    He was in center of the room tied to chair with rope. Great... (Y/N) tried to struggle sideways, but nothing happened to help him get out. The door opened and someone walked inside very slowly like this person wanted for him to take time trying.

   The operator eyes rose and he saw a man in a black suit and a white mask known to him for a long time. Their eyes met, and immediately (Y/N) noticed coolness and selfishness without any signs of kindness coming from him.

Mr. White: Unfortunately, we don't have better conditions for our guests...

    The man stood right in front of him and pulled a cigar box out of his pocket, looked at it, and waved with his hand slowly in front of the operator.

(Y/N): No.

Mr. White: I support. But I can't stop myself... Funny how a human body can be your own, greatest enemy.

(Y/N): If you allow for it.

    Mr. White nodded and pulled one cigar out of the box, which he began to play with in his hand looking at the operator, who still wondered how to get out of the situation he was in.

Mr. White: Explaining why you're here is not really needed... I'm sure you're interested in why we're having this conversation, not interrogation. Believe that my people are professionals in this area, but right now... We don't need more information.

(Y/N): I don't know you.

Mr. White: Funny. We know everything about you (N/N) or rather (Y/N) (L/N)? How is your family in (C/N)? I hope fine, because tonight the world will see what I prepared.

(Y/N): Leave them alone from all of it.

Mr. White: This doesn't matter at all, because operation Dark Winter will affect everyone in the entire world...

(Y/N): What do you want to achieve through this conversation?

Mr. White: Straight to the goal, I like it. Word games are a relic of old times, now everyone cares about time.

    The man in the suit fell silent, walked around the chair, and slowly walked toward the small window that was covered without letting inside room any streak of light.