Cillian sat calmly in the interrogation room, the spy in front of him shaking from all the pain. He couldn't care less, he just hated the whimpering and the annoying noises they made when they were the ones who got themselves in this trouble. It's not like he liked doing this. He hated it. But was he, and the rest of the gang going to stand waiting for the useless justice system to deliver real justice ? No. It was hopeless.

He walked out of the room a few hours later, people bowing their heads as he walked by. After all he was the right hand man of the boss. As he entered his best friend ( and boss )'s office, he raised an eyebrow. He saw you, and wondered if this was the sister his friend had always talked about.

"Are you..."