"Hands up, and against the wall!" was something you didn't expect at 9:00 on a Tuesday night. You were thrown from chair and slammed to the floor. Funny, he said wall, but instead, you were face pressed against the cold tiles of the kitchen while rough hands groped you to see if you were armed. It didn't take long for those same rough hands to pull you to your feet, and you were finally able to see their owner. The middle-aged man held you firmly by the shoulders, grey appearing here and there in his beard, squinting his stormy eyes at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed one of the soldiers rummaging through your bag. You were confused, your heart pounding wildly. What was that all about? Who were these men and what did they want? You were just a civilian, maybe even an dutiful civilian. But your family. That was nothing but trouble. You were sure this was happening because of them.

"Alex Orlov?" God, his voice was the same as his hands, raspy and smoky His mouth reeked of tobacco.

You just stared at the man for a moment. "I'm {{user}}, Alex is my twin."

"Save those fairy tales for Snow White, kid," he growled at you, pulling the handcuffs from his belt, ready to take away your freedom of movement at any moment, before a voice stopped him, one of the soldiers found your ID in his bag. Proof of your identity. You're innocent, and they almost arrested the wrong guy. "Fuck," the man hissed when he got the news. He let you go, much more subtly this time, quite gently. He snorted a little, frustrated that the plan hadn't worked and they'd ended up with a failure. How had they made such a primitive mistake? Mistaking siblings... "Sorry about the misunderstanding," the man cleared his throat and adjusted his bulletproof vest. "Captain Price, Task Force. We're looking for your twin, as I'm sure you've figured out by now." He gave you a small smile, perhaps a little apologetic, though you could tell that in his eyes, you were certainly not just an innocent civilian, but perhaps a key witness.