*8 years later*
"Jeszcze raz."
Again.
The Asset remained silent, but carried out the command.
He aimed the sniper.
Loaded.
Cocked.
Shot.
The struggling thing in the bag stopped.
Blood came from the small hole.
Barely any blood on the outside.
The Asset knew it was a different story on the inside of the bag.
The bag was moved.
He didn't know where.
He didn't care where.
He held the gun, awaiting a command.
The room was silent.
No sound.
Nothing.
The Asset was used to this.
"Zabierzcie go z powrotem do jego pokoju."
Take him back to his room.
The Asset stayed silent as two men grabbed him by the arms
They placed thick cuffs over his wrists.
They were new.
The old ones has broke.
Snapped in half when he had tried to run.
The consequence had been great.
He has the scar to prove it.
The Asset was shoved into a room.
They chained him to a wall.
The door slammed shut.
The Asset kept his eyes trained to the floor as he sat.
The room was new and different.
But that was normal.
The room was different every time.
There were no windows, a metal door, chains connected to the wall.
There was also a metal table in the corner.
Needles, liquids, knifes, scalpel, and other things were on it.
Other things that could hurt the Asset.
He always felt an unfamiliar feeling rush over him when he saw the table.
He never mentioned it to his doctors and commander.
He oddly liked the feeling.
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