The first thing I noticed was the pain.
I ached all over as I slowly began to regain conciousness, and then my memory hit me like a ton of bricks.
I slowly opened my swollen eyes and winced at the light illuminating the room from the lightbulb hanging above my head.

I was locked in a small triangular room which had no windows, no furniture, nothing at all- apart from the cracked moist walls, except for a plain metal door which you normally see at the exit of private bars.
Disoriented, not knowing where I was, what time it was or how I got here, I began to walk around the room- panic starting to overcome me.

The door suddenly whipped open and two men grabbed me by the arms and wrestled me into a second room where a revolting toilet was bolted to the ground along with a small apple.

"Vtolet ede" said one of the guards- pointing at the toilet, and continued "E yesh yedu" he said pointing at the apple.
Ignoring the toilet, I timidly took the apple and ate it.

Now gesturing me to the next door I followed him outside.
He marched me into a grand building and shoved me into a luxurious office, in which I came face to face with what seemed to be the boss.

He looked at me for a moment and with a strong russian accent he said "We want you to help us"
"W-with wh-what??"
"We want you to help us understand ratvia- we have been told you know."
I spit in his face; "Screw you"
"We thought you'd need... a little help"
The boss nodded towards one of the men and he walked up to me and ceased my hand, and pulled at my middle finger until I felt it break and disjoin with my knuckle.
"Feeling more cooperative? Tell us ABOUT RATVIA"
I ground my teeth as blood dribbled down my hand.

"I know NOTHING"
"Will you know nothing after this?" And the guard took my arm and began to twist it counterclock wise - to the point where it couldn't twist no more and it began to rip my sholder.
He twisted until I started to feel it getting ripped out of my socket - I yelled in pain and screamed- "Huambo! Its in Huambo!"

"What?"
"OK , I'll tell you!"
"Ratvia... is in..."
"Where?"
"Huambo, Angolia- Africa"

The boss took out his pistol and shot me on the head.
Blood poured steadily onto the persian rug.
"Get him out of here- and follow schedule. Get Karkarov in here!"

Over the last ten years, the United States has been developing the Iron cutain- also known at Ratvia which is a successful defence system against nuclear warheads.
Before secretly persuing this project. It was a laser system in which if launched- a warhead could be tracked and destroyed still in space.
Russia- getting intelligence of this was trying to stop Ratvia at all costs for U.S. would gain dominance over them with this.


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First one I made here (I'm 14)
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