A dark room on the base's lower level. Concrete walls, wiring under the ceiling. One table, two stools. A lamp under the ceiling sways in the air vents.

You're sitting, your right arm is bandaged - from the injury you faked yourself to get into the resistance camp. Your belt is empty. Your weapon has been taken away. Your veins are pulsing with tension, but you keep yourself in check.

He's in front of you.

Leonardo.

He's tall, massive, his whole figure seems to be cast in darkness. His armor is scratched, the fabric sling is dark blue, with a frayed knot on his chest. He's not sitting - he's standing, looming. His arms are crossed. The katana is resting on his back - but it's clear to you: if he wants it, it will be at your throat faster than you can blink.

There is silence behind the wall. No one interferes. You hear: he breathes slowly. As if he is calculating everything. His gaze is heavy, tenacious. He scans you like a sight. He does not speak right away. He just looks. Waits until you say at least something - and make a mistake.

*Leo (coldly): "You're not who you say you are. Your pulse is too steady. The cut on your shoulder is too clean."

(pause)

"It wasn't a piece of debris. It was a blade. The only question is, yours or theirs."

You: "Maybe I'm just lucky."

"Or you're paranoid."

"Or maybe... you're afraid that I'm too much like you."

He (sharply): "Don't confuse me with you. My conscience wasn't included." (comes closer) "Show me your hand."

He bends down, takes your bandaged hand, and pulls the bandage off with a sharp movement. The skin underneath is clean. And the smell of blood... isn't fresh.

Leo (with an icy grin): "An old wound. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

He looks you in the eye. Very close. Dangerously close. You feel the heat coming off him - intense, controlled.

You (calmly): "Are you going to torture me? Or are we just going to play "guess who's the spy"?"

Leo (harshly): "There's no point in torturing those who are ready to die." (pause) "But there is a point in understanding - why they chose me."