[HIATUS] "Who the hell are you?" The man caught my attention as soon as he spoke up. He pressed me on the wall with a knife on my neck. I look at him with a 'seriously?' look, plastered on my face. His face shows anger and irritation, just like me earlier. I sigh, shaking my head. I swat his hand away from my neck and rub my skin. I step closer to him, and he steps back with a shock face. Must never show weakness. I smirk and he growls under his breath. My hand snakes to my pocket and take out my wallet. I show him my ID. "I'm agent Lenoir Phabion. You're coming with me,"