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Ghost was walking down the stairs which led to the bottom of the base. It was dark down there; the only light to be seen was from a light bulb hanging over the table in the room. The only barrier being one way glass. MacTavish was standing looking through, and Roach was on the other side. In the other room there was a simple table, with chairs either side. Ghost looked to see who he was interrogating. He saw long, thick blonde hair automatically showing she was a girl. Ghost was shocked, he didn't expect this. She had a slight smirk on her slightly tanned face; giving away she's naturally pale. Her cheeks had a pink tint to them, and her lips pretty dark.
"What do you want to find out, sir?" Ghost asked MacTavish, who didn't look happy.
MacTavish turned towards Ghost, "Everything, and anything. Lass won't tell us anything. She won't even speak."
Ghost nodded, "Yes, sir." He opened the heavy door on the other side of the door, as he approached the girl; the first thing he realised was her stunning bright green eyes. They were watching his every move, judging his every move. From what you could see of her, she was wearing a checked scarf around her neck, it not threatening to show any skin of her neck. She was wearing a simple black vest top as well.
Roach was standing against the wall, who had obviously given up trying to get her to talk. Ghost stopped where he was, a couple of centimetres behind the other chair. Ghost struggled to find the correct words to say, "Who are you?" He said simply, he could hear her chuckle, he looked up to see her grinning. After a couple of seconds Ghost slammed his hands onto the table, "Who the hell are you? What's your bloody name? Who the hell do you work for?" He asked,
She carried on grinning, "You really think I'd tell you that. That easily? Think again." Ghost was shocked to hear a south English accent, much like his own, and Roaches. He didn't know what he expected, just not English. MacTavish couldn't hear a word; the interrogation room is soundproof, unfortunately for him. You could feel Ghost's anger, and frustration rising of him, like steam from a kettle.
"Simple as, what's your name?" He asked,
She never broke eye contact, "What's yours? And I'll tell you mine." She continued to grin mischievously as if she was planning something.
Ghost debated, he hated saying his name. He hated hearing his name. "Ghost." He said, simply.
"Whole name." The girl said, he sighed.
"Simon Riley." He said, realizing that the intel this girl could have was more important than his name. She chuckled again.
"You really believed me? If I told you that one small piece of information, you could find everything out about me. I'm not an idiot." She replied calmly, irritating Ghost to a maximum. Ghost was walking towards her.
He looked at her, already kicking himself for what he had planned to do, "So, are you actually going to tell us anything?"
"Nope." She laughed, popping the 'p'. Ghost swung his fist, which connected with her right cheek. Her head turned away slightly then she turned back towards him, and plastered onto her face was a bigger grin than before. She was planning this. Ghost so simply stood up, and stomped right out the door. Roach had followed him out. Ghost was already appealing to MacTavish, "That girl, she's trouble. We should just kill her, and get it over and done with."
MacTavish shook his head, "That girl, believe it or not, could hold a lot of valuable intel." Ghost stomped out whilst MacTavish held a hand to his head, watching the girl rock on her chair with a grin still on her face. He huffed, and locked both the doors which gained entrance to the room.
The girl was comfortable, her arms supporting her resting head on the table. She had no clue what the time was, or where she was. She heard the lock click, and looked up to see a different man. The man was in fact MacTavish. He pulled the chair out and sat opposite her. By now her hair had gone wild, making her look like a lion.
"Yes?" She asked rudely, after being awoken.
MacTavish got straight to the point, "Who do you work for?"
She laughed darkly, "You know who I work for, what use is it asking me?"
"I honestly don't know who you work for?" He replied, putting his hands up in defence.
She suddenly looked shocked,the first time since she'd been here, her eyebrows arched, "You don't?"
MacTavish nodded, "I don't."
"Don't hurt me again!" She begged, memories of Ghost hitting her suddenly flooding back. MacTavish was confused, how she acted so calm earlier, but now she was a nervous wreck.
"I won't – if you tell me who you work for." MacTavish said, simply.
She nodded, "Makarov." She said, her eyes darting around, avoiding eye contact.
"But you're British." He replied, slightly shocked.
"I've been trained in Russia since I was 15. I get tortured in his horrible army. For anything and everything." Her wording reminded MacTavish of the conversation he had with Ghost earlier. She looked down now, defiantly not wanting to make eye contact. She heard MacTavish stand up.
"What's your name?" He asked,
"Avalynne Sine." She replied, aware of her unusual name.
He nodded, even though Ava couldn't see it, "Follow me." He said, leading her out of the two doors, and up the many stairs. Ava continued to follow through many narrow hallways before MacTavish opened a door. MacTavish looked into the rec. room, and let Ava inside. "You can sleep here," He said, referring to the sofas, "and before you think it, there are no weapons in here." He shut the door, whilst Ava made herself comfortable on the thin couch. She couldn't. She felt like something was off, as if they were planning something. She had found a blanket on the end of the couch and had pulled it over herself, and put a cushion behind her head, still attempting to get comfortable. She had shut her eyes, and still about half an hour later, sleep hadn't hit her. She was finally drifting off when the door opened, she flipped over, looked up and her eyes opened in shock.
A/N: Hai all. Erm, thanks for reading the first chapter! So, please please please review and tell me what you thought of this, does it stink? Is it decent? Is it boring? Every review, helps. Thanks! -CaptHall