The man woke in a dark room, seated on a chair and his hands tied. In front of him there were two people, waiting patiently for his senses to be back. A man and a woman he could say by looking at their shadows.
"Fuck!" He thought, clearly remembering the reason why he didn't want to do this assignment. Théo was supposed to get into the gun business of the Agrestes with the objective of stealing money and information from them. Of course this had one risk that was the main reason why nobody wanted to do this, and that risk was being caught by the Agrestes themselves. They were mysterious criminals. Appeared one day in the streets and in the following day were already ruling it. They always worked by themselves and if they wanted to pair up with other criminals, they always had a reason behind. People knew nothing about them except for their names and some rumors, and many never saw them in flesh and bone but the ones who did never came back.
Probably Théo should pray to god to make his last moments the least painful possible or just to ask for forgiveness for the horrible things he had done over the last years. As criminal he knew what was going to happen to him. He had done it dozens of times to others, after all. But being on the other side of the game was sightly terrifying because Théo knew he was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.
"He finally woke up." The man said, taking a step forward to the chair were Théo was but an arm interrupted his way.
"Ah! Why don't you let me take care of him for now, mon amour?" The female voice said amused.
Céline approached the criminal, and leaned on him, their noses barely touching and put an hand on his shoulder.
"Look at you dear! So miserable, so done! Paying the price for your actions! So, what the hell made you think that you could mess up with our business and get away with it?" She said with a sweet smile and never taking her eyes of him.
Théo said nothing and kept staring at her. He wasn't going to say a word about the situation and if that meant that he would be tortured until he opened his mouth, so let it be.
"Okay then, let's try again with another question." Céline spoke again breaking the silence that had formed between them. "Why did you pretend that you needed to join the business, Théo?" Once again he said nothing, but he could tell that Céline was losing her patience with him. So what they said about her was true. Céline was an enchanting and seductive woman. She worked mostly with her words, but that didn't mean if she needed to kill someone that she wasn't going to do it. Although when she lost her temper, Céline became a whole different person. It wasn't a pleasant thing to see for what he had heard.
"Why the fuck you wanted our guns!?" She nearly screamed this time and pushed the chair backwards, making the poor man almost fall of the chair due to the impulse. Théo took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.
"I didn't want your guns." He finally said. "What I wanted from you was far more important than money and guns. I wanted information about you. And I got some, but then you caught me, so I guess that victory is yours. My boss won't know a word of what I've found out and my body will never be seen again. So why should I care about talking if I'll die anyway?"
"You're right about that." The man said. "You are going to die no matter what and nothing will change that. But well, since we are talking about stolen information and you want to know so much about us, I'll share some facts with you. Nobody will ever know what I've said and your curiosity will be killed." Gabriel said, letting a small laugh escape but keeping his expression cold and firm. He was the complete opposite of Céline in quite everything. Gabriel had what Céline lacked on actions and she had what he lacked on emotions and speech. They were in balance and that was the reason why they worked togheter, because alone both of them were useless.
"For example, we could divert a great amount of money from that small business that we made with your boss, two years ago. And that your mate Sebastien died because, just like you, he put his nose where he shouldn't. Probably I shouldn't tell you about that almost pandemic problem problem with the poisoned drugs that we also created. Look at you Théo. You pretend to be so brave and yet look what your braveness gave you, a slow and painful death. Was it worth it for three sentences that will be useless for you now?" Gabriel said, his last words being so cold as the gun he placed on Théo's head.
Théo closed his eyes and let a small sigh escape, waiting for the sound of a shoot to mark his death. Yet nothing came.
"W-w-why didn't you do nothing?" Théo asked incredulous. For a second hope had invaded his thoughts but it was stupid to think that he was going to have a chance to live.
"Because if I killed you right now, it would take all the fun in killing you slowly Théo." He replied, a evil smirk on his face. "Céline, care to make the honors?"
"Of course, mon amour!" Céline took a knife from her belt and appreciated her reflection on the blade. "Enjoy your last living moments, sucker!" She punctuated the last word as if she had spit on the floor and gave Théo one last smile before starting her work. For the first time ever in that night, Théo's blood ran cold, afraid of what was going to happen next and he felt nothing but hopelessness, seated on that chair.