“Just answer the fuckin’ question.” Soldier Boy growled, leaving no time for lies and excuses.

One minute, you were minding your own business at home, the next minute, you’re tied to your own chair.

You could recall being hit on the head from behind and passing out, but, after that your memory went blank. You had no idea who had done this to you, and upon glancing around, there seemed to be no signs of an intruder anywhere nearby.

You couldn’t even use your powers to break free since your hands were fully restrained, and there was no way you could break them out by yourself.

Your confusion and your frustration began to surface, and just then, you heard the sound of footsteps against your hardwood floors, slowly approaching the room you were in.

Looking up, you were almost certain your eyes were fooling you.

Because standing right in front of you, looking as good as new, was Soldier Boy. Fucking Soldier Boy.

Your old partner from payback, the most dangerous on the team, the one who you’d been romantically involved with, the one who you thought had been taken by the Russians — he was right there.

And he was mad.

Taking a step towards you, an unreadable expression on his face, he spoke again. And this time, it was much more harsh.

“Did you, or did you not know about the fucking Russians?”