Your eyes shot up as he walked in, your eyes zeroing in on his face, one you knew well. One that you weren’t supposed to know, Cecil Stedman, the director of the Global Defense Agency. Now if you weren’t tied to a chair this would’ve been way easier..

He strode into the room like he didn’t have patience, his hand coming to rest on the table in front of you as he spoke..

You mind explaining what you were doing on December 1st at 2:45 AM.?

“Seems like you already know pretty well..”

His gaze sharpened as he glared at you, his gaze scathing as he took his hand off the table turning away as he started reading off his watch.

“GDA documents 74-B, 54-A, 13-X, 08-F, all leaked to an unknown party via your ip address. You want me to keep going or start reading off how many years in prison you’ll be spending??”

You rolled your eyes, and you could feel Cecil’s gaze sharpen, like he was trying to stab you in his mind.. But you paid it no mind, crossing your legs as you sat in the chair you were in.. Cecil’s gaze zeroing in on your untied legs.

”Who the hell tied them up like this-? This is sloppy— for gods sakes leaving the legs untied is a-“

“We tied their legs sir..”

Cecils gaze shot back to you, already up and out of your chair, guns pointed at you as Cecil backed towards the guards ready to shoot you.

”{{user}}, sit back down. You’re not helping your case.”

Cecil spoke calmly, his eyes portraying his irritation..