Toronto, France
Another underground facility somewhere away from Bruster springs to life as a peculiar find is made by their database....
A worried worker hastly informs the head about the find.
"Boss, a search regarding our organisation has been registered in our database. Orders?"
The Boss, calmly replies," Send our nearest agent to investigate."
The worker scans the location.
Suddenly, he jumps back, shocked.
He replies," He is already there. Julian Marconi, our best."
"But wait.... somebody else is also there, right on the spot, even closer than Julian!"
The boss asks," Who could that be?"
The worker gulps as he says," Former agent, Bruster McChafeur, The Underlier!"
The boss smiles, knowing what's about to unfold.
Back at The Base, Nice, Paris
I take a few steps back as reality hits me. I know who Julian is working for....
I know who The Visionaries are.
They are not good people, not at all.
"I swore that I--I would have a fresh start but that son of a--". I bang Michael's desk causing Michael to jump on his seat.
Wist puts his hand on my shoulder, worryingly asking me," Bruster, are you okay?"
I shrug him off me, facing him now, shouting," No, I'm not! You all are in danger because of--"
2 clicks. 3 bangs.
Wist coughs up blood, his eyes wide open with fear. There are 3 bullet holes on his chest.
He drops down on his knees, collapsing. Dead.
Wist! I put my hand on Michael's head as I slide with him to the back of his desk facing cover opposite line of fire.
I sob, "Wist--"
I tell Michael," Stay in cover, do not move! I will be back."
I come out from my cover. All the other Legion intelligence personnel cower behind desks, shrouded in fear.
"Come out, you coward! Face me, Julian!"
A swift kick opens the door and Julian enters the room. He wears the same outfit since when he was hit by Wist, with the slight modification of now having the outfit torn at several places and an M9 on his back.
In his hands, there is no gun, but there is someone.
He holds an in-pain Emilia by her hair. Emilia frantically screams when she sees Wist lying dead on the floor. She shrieks as Julian throws her in the room.
"Time to dance, Bruster. Or should I say Traitor!"
Traitor....