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He began wrapping around bondage around my chest to cover my side.

"Tell it to Soap." He said as he finished up, pulling down my shirt for me. I got up, Gaz grabbing my cuffs and bringing me back to the chair.

To think this all through. The netherlands has them, these guys just dont know how.

The netherlands.. might they be dealers?

He didn't cuff me to the table, this time leaving it to me.

He took his leave, leaving me alone with Ghost.

He stared at me blanky while I glared back.

This was going to take a while.

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"Thank you for your cooperation Y/n. We will provide you with a room and food, you in turn get to stay alive for your information given." Soap finished. We had been spending hours debating. Giving names, associations. How we delivered them, how they work. He was mainly focused on where I had all my information stored.

He grabbed me by the cuffs, dragging me to the exit of the room. It was a short hallway, the only other door lead into the other side of the mirror while the opposite side of the hallway was stairs upward.

They lead me up the stairs, showing us into a large area. There was curtains next to cots with a large table in the center with guns and ammo on it.

Dressers next to the cots had large bags next to them. Personal belongings.

There was 6 beds in total, 3 on the left side, 3 on the right. 5 seemed to be messy or occupied, the last one being on the farthest of the right row. Gaz guided me to the bed, sitting me down.

"You work for us now. We protect you from Xavier, you help us track down those bombs." Gaz ran it down for me. "One betrayl and we're killing you ourselves."

I nodded, looking around. "So, you just trust me to sleep next to you everynight?"

"No, we don't." He said bluntly. "Which is why your getting cuffed to your bed post every morning."

I did not like the idea of that. I glanced at the metal framing of the cot.

"You will help us plan our next mission, instruct us." Gaz said. "Until then, you stay here."

He walked away, heading for another hallway.

I still had my cuffs on. Begrudgingly.

I had nothing better to do so I decided to look around. On the small dresser was an alarm clock, showing it being 10:06 pm, pretty late.

Crouching down I opened up the singled drawed dresser, seeing my tactical vest inside. It was completely stripped of any weapons inside.

I decided to head for the main table, looking across the weaponary and ammo lying around.

Under all the clutter was papers, basic sums and connections. It seemed very bare, mustve been what they were working with before they got me.

Reading through it, there were correct. On a map of theirs they had reports of bombs in the Netherlands.

My heart jumped as I felt a hand grab my long sleeve shirt by the collar, dragging me away from the table.

"Hey!" I protested as I yanked free of their grasp, turning around to glare at them. My heart dropped.

It was the tall german from my last mission. He towered over me but he didnt look at me but rather my cuffs.

"Keep your hands off ze weapons." He mumbled quietly before turning off, heading for the bed across from mine.

"Hm. I remember you. I thought you wouldve said more." I mumbled quietly to myself as I sat on my bed, monitoring him.

He seemed uncomfortable from how his body language, his shoulders were slightly lifted and his head lowered slightly aswell.

He had a tactical vest on, his mask on aswell but he had taken off the helmet.

It was sitting on his dresser. He began unstrapping his vest, pulling it off and placing it on the floor.

He had a nice frame for being as tall as he was. As much as I dislike him killing my boss and all it was hard not to admire. He had a small but healthy width waist, he seemed in shape and not overly skinny like you would think. He had a strong shoulder frame to balance it out, his legs seeming to fit his waist perfectly as they also seemed a healthy size. You could tell he has a lot of power behind his muscle though. He had very simple back muscles and his chest was very smooth but with definition.

He pulled off his arm padding, having to kick his foot onto his cot to unstrap his leg armor.

He reached up to take off his mask but hesitated, casting me a small glance.

He reached over, pulling the curtain from the left side of the bed all the way around  to block himself from anyones veiw.

I held my gaze at the grey curtain before giving a small tch and looking away.

A metal door opened as I looked behind me, seeing Ghost, Soap and a man with a beard walked in. Ghost took his place at his bed and Soap took his bed between Ghost and the german. Both of them begining to wind down, taking off armor and what not.

The beard man made his way to me though, nodding his head to me.

"Y/n L/n, nice to meet you. Time to cuff up for the night." He said, causing a sigh from me.

I handed him my hands, him grabbing the cuffs and bringing them to the frame of the cot. He took a small lock, locking my cuffs to the metal frame.

Laying down on my back this felt mildly uncomfortable.

"Goodnight, we'll be up at 6, you will stay here until you are needed." He said quickly before grabbing a small blanket and covering me.

"Thanks." I mumbled as he closed my curtain, leaving me in my thoughts.

I could hear chatter of Soap and Ghost, Ghost giving a small goodnight before hearing the shifting of a curtain.

The lights dimmed, leaving it dark. I felt slightly uneasy. The curtain towering me and boxing me in was comforting but not knowing what was behind them or where people were made me slightly afraid.

My night was going to be long.

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