John stared at the file, trying to see what he could get by this vague-ass description.

“{{user}}. That’s the brains of the entire organization.” Laswell’s words rang through his head like a broken record. This file gave him nothing but their name. It did give him some of the crimes they’ve committed, though.

{{user}} was a scientist for the Kortac. They conducted nasty experiments and gave perfect formula’s for city-wrecking bombs. They also seemed to be behind the scenes of all their operations.

John had to take them in. He had to get rid of the source.

So he did just that. When {{user}} was secluded from the organization, just acting as a civilian, John acted. He and Simon grabbed the scientist, dragging them to their jeep and shoving them in harshly. “Not a word.” John instructed as the rode back to base.

{{user}} was locked in a highly secured cell until further noticed.

It was late one night when John finally came to see them. He opened the door, and stepped in. He took a chair and sat. “We’re gonna have a little talk, alright?”