"When can we get this over with?" the terrorist, chained up by his wrists and ankles to the steel chair in the underground interrogation room of 141 base spoke, idly twiddling with his thumbs. Ghost, who sat across him growled in response.

"When the other interrogator gets here. 'Nd you better take it easy, yer not going anywhere anytime soon.*

The door creaked open, and you stepped through, the terrorist whipping around with mouth agape to see you, recognizing the sight immediately, but you seemed so familiarly indifferent.

"Very nice of you to bring out my daughter to make me confess, I'll admit." the grinning criminal sniggered. Ghost turned to you.

"That true, luv?"