SCORPIA
It had been at least 7 months since Ian Rider had been murdered, or so people think，Julio though。He shifted his weight onto his other foot and waited for something to happen， Julio's arms were crossed over his chest. His cold face giving nothing away; however his eyes burned with the intensity of hatred. But then a light knock on the door echoed through the silent room.
He smiled coldly as his captives appeared and were shoved into the blank room by overly muscled guards. Both of them dressed in black. Their muscles were coiled like a lion ready to pounce. Their arms were bound by heavy metal chains that bit into their arms but as much as they struggled they only hurt themselves by cutting their wrists open. Their eyes darted around the room looking for anytime suspicious. And then they turned to regard smith.
He let himself enjoy a silent chuckle as he eyed the MI6 agents that were supposed to be long gone. Dead. Deceased. Still.
Their names were John and Ian rider.
(A/N: WHAT?! Don't blame me that it's cheesy! And remember this is my first fan fiction so be nice!)