I KNOW THIS WAS LONG OVERDUE OKAY?! I WAS TRYING TO WORK ON MY OTHER STORY BUT IT KEPT ON NOT SAVING! Anyways...
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"Ah, godamnit..." Roman muttered when he woke up. He was in what looked to be some kind of hospital room. A doctor was working on something at his desk, not aware of Romans presence.
"Ahem," Roman coughed out, grabbing the doctors attention.
"Ah good, you're awake;" The doctor said without looking away from his paperwork," "You took a nasty blow to the head by Agent Maine, now if you excuse me I'm go- speak of the devil and he shall apear."
The door swung open to reveal a man that looked to be in his late 30's or early 40's, followed by a black male who was in his 20's.
The other two that entered wore power suits composed of black and yelllow, and white mixed with orange.
Or the androids as Roman still thought.
"Thank you Dr. Sands for looking over our guest," the older man said, dragging out each word.
"Agents," the black man said,"Would you please take our friend in white to 'The Chamber'?"
Roman did not like the sound of that...
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The two 'Agents' tossed Roman into a room with a wooden table and two chairs on each end.
"Take a seat." The older man ordered.
Roman did as told, all while surveying the room. They were the only two in here, but there was likely guards outside of the room. He could take this man out, but wouldn't make it far after that.
Roman hadn't dodged arrest countless times by just shooting his way out now has he?
His best card to play right now was to play along and wait for an opportunity to present itself.
"Let's start out simple, your name is..." he asked, waiting for Roman to answer.
"My name is Roman Torchwick, but introductions are a two way street; so you are?" Roman asked.
"My name is Dr. Church, but you can call me The Director; now, let's begin."
The interrogation continued with basic information like birthdays and relatives. Roman didn't know however, was that The Counselor was taking notes on the other side of the door.
"So, Mr. Torchwick," The Director started, the name felt foreign on his tongue," What are you doing here?"
"To be honest, and honesty is not my thing, I don't really know; I was in a fight, and then I was on your ship."
"And you're first action was to pick a fight with Agent South?"
"What is with the androids having names now?"
"You'll know what you need to know when you need to know, got it?"
"You sound like my old boss."
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"What a BITCH!" South yelled, throwing her helmet across the locker room.
"Calm it South," Maine grunted, "I knocked him out."
"You should of snapped his neck!" South retorted.
"No, he shouldn't of." The Director said walking in.
All 5 Freelancers present: South, Maine, CT, York, and North; quickly got in line.
"I would normally have F.I.L.S.S call you over our ships intercom, but I don't wish for our stowaway to know that we are grouped. Gather your fellow freelancers, meet at the training floor." The Director said.
"Yes sir!" The five said in unison.
"Dismissed."
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"Thank you all for showing up, we have some news to go over." The Counselor informed.
"Alpha, please load the notes." The Director said.
"Got it."
Four papers appeared on four different screens, each with its own line of notes. They were listed as: RT
"Roman Torchwick, age 27, and born on July 25. He is our topic of discussion today." The Counselor said.
"As you well know, Mr. Torchwick engaged in a fight with Agent South, after she threw the first swing." The Director added.
"So, what are we going to do with him?" Washington questioned.
"Alpha, please open the first set of notes." The Director ordered.
The first set zoomed in, revealing several tabs.
"We know a few things based on the interrogation, we know his name, date of birth, age, that he has HAD a boss, and he doesn't know that you aren't androids." The Counselor said.
"His intentions however," The Director said as Alpha pulled up the second sheet, "Are an unknown, he stated he was in another fight before waking up here, but details were lost."
"How do we know he is not making this up?" Maine asked.
"We had Alpha run a lie detector on the third chart, Alpha says all he said during the interrogation was 92% truth." The Counselor reassured.
"The Forth page is on his Medical Status and other information, this is classified; even to you." Alpha butted in.
"Now, why I called you here was because of this man, and we intend to find out what he is here for. We cannot trust him quite yet, so I want him under close watch; this means that he will be with you on your operations and missions. If he excels in these missions and helps us in our objectives, then we may have a viable ally with us. However, if he shows any possible threat to us from here on out; you have my permission to put him down. Does anyone need to ask questions?" The Director explained.
"No sir!"
"Good, Dissmissed."
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Roman was wandering around in his little cell, looking for a way out. But he couldn't be obvious about it, making sure whenever he heard footsteps to run back to his cot and sit on it; time consuming sure, but it was a safe method.
So when he heard the footsteps he followed his routine, however these stopped at his cell.
"You'll be coming with me, the Director wants to have a word with you." A Tan and White android spoke.
