Author's Note:

Hello there, its me. Just so you know; I don't own Elite:Dangerous or any other of the Elite series. This is probably the first writing that I've publish so feel free to tell if it sucks or not because it would seriously help. Another thing before you start reading is that I have never played the game despite being a fan so don't be surprise if I add things in here that don't connect in the actual game. I have done some research before reading this but if there's some stuff I've missed, don't be afraid to let me know.

Prologue

Agent Sans Michael was feeling peckish since this morning. He had skipped breakfast when he heard that they had captured a spy who had willingly turned himself in at a local precinct. The Empire had a disdain for spies which is ironic considering that the ISB uses spies as well. This spy however, was unique according to his superior. That peak his interest and he immediately flew his car to headquarters.

As soon as he got there a number of other agents and interrogators were already present. They were discussing how they deal with this traitor, either torture or death. Michael was uncomfortable with the thought of torture. He was above all else an agent who dissolved crime and helped defectors into their new homes. Yes interrogating was part of the job but it was very different from torturing. He snaps back to reality when someone called his name. A large plump man with a bald head and thick moustache waltz his way through the group.

"Director Vaugh," Michael greeted.

"Michael good you're here. I knew you wouldn't be late."

He cleared his throat before bellowing everyone to shut up. When he was sure that nobody was talking he began the briefing.

"Alright, listen up because I'm not going to repeat myself. It is to my belief that the spy who willingly gave up his freedom and wit is one of prime suspect on the list." Chorus of murmurs went all around before the Director silenced them again. "Now I'm sure a lot of you are eager to put him in the grind but if anyone is going to do it, it'll be Sans Michael."

A majority of the group immediately voice their disdain with a few throwing insults at Michael saying he's too soft. Michael was surprised on the other hand. He wasn't expecting the Director to give to him. An interrogator was the same. "SHUT IT."

Everyone in the room turn to face the man who apparently was standing next to him. "Director, with all due respect, isn't this case more suited to for any one of us interrogators? I do not doubt San skills but it does appear rather odd sir."

Voices of agreement rang through the group and Vaugh was quick to answer him.

"I understand your concerns Interrogator Halas but Michael's is doing it because he's been chasing after him for years. Intelligence confirms that the identity of this man matches with the logs that we recovered 6 months ago."

"Are you sure it's him?" Michael asked, excitement rising in his voice.

"Yes Michael it's him. Now hurry up and get it over with It." he tossed a file to him that he caught easily and with a shove from interrogator Halas, was on his way to the interrogation room. He was thrilled, anxious and moreover so, relieved. The Universe had given him his prime goal for the last 7 years. Taking deep breaths he schooled his features before walking through the door.

The room was a concussive grey, and the lights were dim. It was supposed to have a psychological effect on those in it but not for ISB Agents. Nor was the man sitting on one end of table was either. Michael's observation training kicked it and he immediately evaluated the man sitting before him.

He was young, mid 20's, with brown eyes, short black hair and tan skin; possibly of Indian descent, a wrist watch on his right hand and a silver ring on his ring finger; indicating marriage. He stopped when he noticed that the spy's hands weren't bounded. The man smiled when he noticed this and gestured towards the chair opposite him.

"Please sit," his English was spot on but he didn't recognise the accent. He sat down without a word and began looking through the file. Neither of them exchanged words after that for the next few minutes as Michael looked through the file. It was a simple tactic that he favoured where the victim would grow impatient and slips up. Strange enough, after taking quick glances the man across from didn't so much as bat an eye. He was either observing him or looking at the ring on his hand. After reading through the contents, he closed it, and started the interrogation.

"Soran Hashim bin Abdul Rahim; that is your alias is it?"

"Nope, that's my real name truth be told."

"And how do I know you're not lying?"

"You're not the first one ask that." So he's been in this position before.

"Very well then; why did you surrender?"

"I didn't exactly have a choice."

"Explain,"

"Explain why I'm here or how I ended up here?"

"What's the difference?"

"The short boring version or the long interesting version; either one ends the same way."

Michael contemplated on this. On the one he could simply be serious about it or he could learn more about this spy as it was.

"Do you know why you're here?"

A smile appeared on his face. "Apparently I'm a spy."

A moment passed and Michael propped his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together. "Alright spy, I'll humour you; how did you ended up here?"

Soran mirrored the Agent's posture, "you might want to order some food cause it is a long story."