Doubts were growing in the team, conflicts were arising. Everyone was trying to find the traitor. Berlin was going crazy, fighting his illness, which was poisoning his mind.

When everyone, including the hostages, had gathered in the hall, the man stood in the middle, holding a pistol. His gaze slid down the rows of hostages and then to his comrades. Tokyo tried to reason with Berlin, but he would not listen to her.

"I intend to calculate and kill the traitor." In a calm tone he said, looking around. "However, if he surrenders himself, I may be able to mitigate the punishment."

Everyone was silent. Suddenly, Berlin pointed his gun at Rio, stepping closer.

"That's you, you fucking boy, isn't it?" the man asked with a sadistic grin, pressing the muzzle of the gun against his chest.

You couldn't watch it any longer and stepped out of formation and walked over to Berlin, grabbing his hand.

"What the hell, little girl?" he snarled, looking down at you.