'There comes a time in every movie when the main actor meets a damsel, and then stupidly falls for her. And then deep inside you, you know that something is not right with that damsel, she could turn out to be a destructive robot or even a demon. And that my friend, that's exactly the shitty business that is happening to me now.'
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He opened his eyes, and made to sit up on the bed, groaning as he did so. He looked around, kind of expecting himself to be in a yellow painted apartment, but he was no longer in Hawaii, he was in a room made of nothing but glass.
"No no no." He muttered as he finally took in everything. If he was no longer in Hawaii, it meant the briefcase was gone, he wasn't going to be in Ufa anytime soon. And that meant no money, no cash. No glory.
He tried standing from the bed, only to see that his hand was chained to the edge of the bed. He wiggled it angrily as it turned out futile, the room's door opened and in came Hott and Talia.
"Who the heck are you guys?" He asked facing them.
Hott sat on a chair beside him and crossed his leg, "We are the F.O.R.C.E, Spy."
"False? Look here I have to go to Russia now, I have to deliver something."
"What will they give you? Tell me." Hott grinned, as Scott nodded slowly.
"I get it now, you guys are like government agencies. Did I forget to say I hate government agencies?"
"Except we aren't from the governments."
"You used to be a good man, the infamous Scott Steel, the heroic spy. Now you are just a meat bag of mess deceiving people." Talia said in irritation, her arms akimbo.
"I grew up sugermouth." He replied and turned to Hott, "If you need someone to do your messy business, I ain't your guy.
Hott sighed, "People's lives are at stake here, we need your help, please."
"Yeah, long were my days as a hero, I quitted that public shit years ago." Scott replied.
Talia frowned, "You literally post every of your mission success on your twitter account for your fans to hail. And you are here talking about public shit?"
"Well, can't put a verified account to waste now can i?" He sniggered.
Talia made to talk but Hott silenced her.
"Whatever those Mafias paid you to do their dirty work, I'll pay you triple."
Scott chuckled, "Buddy, I hate to break it to you but you are not just so convincing, I have heard worse."
"I'm not kidding Steel..." Hott said, not even showing a sign of humor.
Scott looked at him for sometime before heaving, "I will need a bottle of wine."
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They walked past numerous F.O.R.C.E officials who kept staring at him in awe. He totally understood them, after all he was Scott Steel, the cool spy who once helped several boards take out bad guys.
His eyes were on those of them that operated on special computers, unlike any he had ever seen, while he slowly sipped the liqour.
"So you guys legal or illegal." He asked as they walked through the room.
Hott turned to him, "Our cause is legal, our publication, not very much."
"Illegal then." He concluded as he followed them to a separate aspect of the facility, where a man operated on a computer and a woman stood behind him.
"Welcome to the house of cards." Talia said, summoning the attention of the two, they turned to them.
Hott spoke, "Steel, this is Agent Grey and Jacob Hunts."
"Oh. I'm guessing they already know who I am." Scott said slowly.
Jacob's eyes were filled with total reverence while he stared at Scott, he stood from his seat and walked up to him, proposing an handshake.
"S... Sir, I, I am a huge fan of your... Your work." He stammered
Scott took the shake and shook it, "Trust me son, you know nothing about my work."
Grey faced him, "So you are him, the infamous secret spy who suddenly went covert. The maniac?"
Scott strained his eyes, "What?"
"That is umm... An effect of wrong information." Hott quickly intercepted.
"No it isn't." Talia said solemnly.
"Anyways, let's proceed to the topic. Jacob?" Hott immediately diverted the topic.
Jacob quickly went back to his seat and punched some buttons as a blue holographic screen appeared in front of them.
Scott sipped his wine, seemingly not surprised. And on the holographic screen came a picture of a man.
"I'm sure you have heard of the Terrors." Hott asked.
Scott smiled, "Yeah, kidnappers right? Looks like America has their hands full."
"Yes, they appeared just early this year, napping children across the nation and demanding no ransom. An estimate of 200 children has suddenly gone missing, taken by them." Hott said.
"So you guys want to bring this to an end, I get it. But isn't this the job of the military?"
"It should be, unless if the same people that drive this terrorism are the same as those who control them." Talia said.
"And the same that executed my team, and almost had me killed." Grey said, as Scott turned to her.
"They promised you revenge?" He turned back to Hott, "That's cold man, smart but cold."
"Well, we think we can replace the army. Save the girls, expose the culprits and get the credits. While you get your cash and she gets her vengeance." Hott said.
Scott nodded and turned to the man on the screen, "So who is the good looking fowl."
"Anatoly Dmitry. Our guy, atleast our hope of getting to the bottom of this. We found out that this Anatoly as been supplying some unknown subjects frequently. During earlier this year."
"The same time the Terrors rose to fame." Jacob completed.
"So he is an arms dealer?" Scott asked.
"Not quite. Imagine you are into the black market and you wanna supply some guys the amenities without them knowing your identity or anything tracing it back to you. Anatoly serves as your bridge." Hott said, "And surprisingly, his net worth is outstanding. A good business indeed."
"It's the period of harvest in the underworld, you should know. So you want me to bring him in?"
"Yeah, find everything you can from him." Hott replied.
Jacob typed the keyboard, "We found him in Shanghai."
"China it is then." Hott said to Scott.
Scott grinned, "I'm going to need my car."
"We thought you might say that, which is why we took the liberty to bring it with us from the island." Hott smirked.