In a Room Part II
"American, we know you are a spy." Nikavon said. His eyes were scanning American's face searching if there was anything like a tell. Anything that could give him a hint about the man. What he got was that the man was well composed. He did not flinch, did not show any reaction at all, except for his response.
"I am no spy. I am a translator for the Embassy." The man said, his accent on his russian getting better. The drugs were rapidly losing their effect.
"Don't lie to us! We will-" Susasken burst out, but Nikavon quickly cut him off with a raise of the arm he was resting on the table. The fake arm. The one the doctors replaced 23 years ago. Susasken always respect Nika for how he lost that arm.
"What I meant to say American, is that you were a spy. An Ex-spy. This is a sort or retirement. They keep you close, not only to keep an eye on you but to pick your brain if anything comes up." Nika spoke, and paused. The reason for the pause would be obvious.
"And we want to pick you brain Zackery Mills." The Mystery Man in the corner said. Nika knew the man for years, but only as the Mystery Man, the Stranger. посторонний человек in russian. The Stranger played again with his lighter, which gleamed in the light. His voice scratchy over the years of the weed and tar going down his throat. "We want to know if you are able to help us save the world."
The American. The ex-spy. The man that they knew as Zackery Mills began to laugh. "I am so tired of saving the world. Let the fucker burn."
Things were going to be tough. But Nika saw tougher in his days in the KGB.
"I am no spy. I am a translator for the Embassy." The man said, his accent on his russian getting better. The drugs were rapidly losing their effect.
"Don't lie to us! We will-" Susasken burst out, but Nikavon quickly cut him off with a raise of the arm he was resting on the table. The fake arm. The one the doctors replaced 23 years ago. Susasken always respect Nika for how he lost that arm.
"What I meant to say American, is that you were a spy. An Ex-spy. This is a sort or retirement. They keep you close, not only to keep an eye on you but to pick your brain if anything comes up." Nika spoke, and paused. The reason for the pause would be obvious.
"And we want to pick you brain Zackery Mills." The Mystery Man in the corner said. Nika knew the man for years, but only as the Mystery Man, the Stranger. посторонний человек in russian. The Stranger played again with his lighter, which gleamed in the light. His voice scratchy over the years of the weed and tar going down his throat. "We want to know if you are able to help us save the world."
The American. The ex-spy. The man that they knew as Zackery Mills began to laugh. "I am so tired of saving the world. Let the fucker burn."
Things were going to be tough. But Nika saw tougher in his days in the KGB.