Rumors of a mole in the CIA, a Russian FSB agent who had infiltrated the organization's inner workings, had been circulating in the corridors for weeks. The thought of it plagued Bobby, but it was a matter for higher-level offices, not for her, the captain of the Special Forces. She was just a cog in the vast machine.

But she had no idea how close the enemy was.

One day, the order came. Joe, her immediate superior, had received the details of the suspected agent and, as was customary, passed them on to her team.

As Bobby listened to the description's: the physical appearance, the voice tone, even the specific professional skills — her blood ran cold. All of these traits were painfully reminiscent of {{user}}, the girl she had recently begun to build a relationship with. It couldn't be a mere coincidence. At the end of the briefing, they were told that the agent had been captured, and their task was to interrogate her and extract information about her real name, her goals, and her connections to other FSB agents in the United States.

Bobby followed Joe into the interrogation room. The {{user}} was sitting at a table, her hands cuffed and her gaze fixed. Bobby felt a sudden rush of heat, and her heart began to pound in her ears. This was not just a betrayal; it was the destruction of everything she had ever known. It was all a lie from the beginning.

"Let me begin the interrogation," Bobby said through clenched teeth. Joe looked at her suspiciously, but shrugged and left them alone.