Interrogation

You stalk through the streets, following Leah’s commands to make sure that you keep up with Chun and the target. Leah acts like a complete slut when you’re not on mission, but she turns on business mode when it’s your life on the line. It’s tough, your knowledge of Russian is… not existent. Leah has to lead you via the tracker in your burner phone and some creative imagery.

“She’s in the net,” Chun cuts in, “Pull around.”

You round the corner and enter a big alleyway between two tall apartment buildings. Amy strides towards the exit with Chun close behind. Chun is already wearing her mask; you pull it out of your pocket and don your own. Don’t need her to see your face. The van screeches to a halt in front of her. Amy reacts immediately and tries to pull her gun, but Chun is on her in a second and disarms her with little effort from behind.

You run up and tie up the struggling woman with a pair of zip ties. You hoist her to her feet and toss her into the back of the small van, jumping in with her. Chun retrieves the gun and gets in the passenger side seat.

“Nice,” Leah quips, “that’s the good shit right there.”

“You have any idea who you’re fucking with?” Amy complains. She knows she can’t get out of this situation now.

“No, that’s why we just fucking grabbed you bitch.”

Amy keeps her mouth shut for the short drive to the building. You pull into the back alley and hide the van under a piece of tarp. Up the stairs and into your home for the past few days. Amy looks around, spotting the weapons on the table. Leah pushes her down onto a rickety wooden chair and takes a dominant position in front of her. You decide to leave it to the experts.

“Talk.”

“About the weather?” she smirks.

“Don’t act funny with me. I’m short on patience.” Leah pummelled the woman with a fast punch to the stomach. She doubled over but stayed in the chair, a stubborn girl. “Who do you work for?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Whack!

“What makes you think you can ask us questions? You’re gonna’ tell me or I’m going to leave you in this nasty ass apartment as a dead body.”

Amy smirks, “Fine. I’ll give you a little taste since you’re so ****. I work for the IOTR.”

“IOTR?”

“International Organized Terror Response. You can leak that to the news because nobody else knows about it yet.”

“And what is the IOTR?”

“Exactly what it sounds like – a collection of people like me, who are here to fuck over scum like you.”

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to tell us all about it.”

“Don’t make me laugh.”

Chun backs away from the window, “Trouble. We’ve been spotted.”

Leah sucks in a breath through her teeth, “You tattled already?”

“A good woman is always prepared.”

“True. Which is why we knew this was going to happen. Plan B, we’re leaving.”

Leah walks over to the table and grabs an AK that looks older than you, you join her and arm yourself. You glance out of the window and see a swarm of military police surrounding the building. These old tracksuits aren’t going to protect you from one of those shotguns.

“They got here fast, are we good?” you ask.

“Boss warned us, we’re all lined up.”

“And her?”

“She’s a deadbeat, just leave her with something to remember us by.”

You walk over to Amy who spits at your feet, “Charming.” You swing the butt of the rifle and strike her in the nose. She loses balance and tumbles over onto the floor, blood spilling out. “Is the boss really okay with all this? We barely got anything.”

“I don’t know – I ask myself that question all the time and she always comes out on top. I bet she doesn’t even want to know who she works for; she just wants us to catch her.”

Chun holds the door, looking towards the stairway, “They’re coming.” The three of you abscond the room, taking as much evidence with you as you can and stuffing them into duffel bags. It’s time to go to ground.