New Chapter. Enjoy.

Day 1,660

Lucas was escorted into a small white room. There was the same metal table that he has seen a hundred times. He willing sat down with a sigh of relief. He routinely opened up his callused palms over the table and let the guard cuff his wrist. Resting his arms on the table. He leaned over examining the deep scratch that wrap around the top of his arm and ran up to his thumb. He acquired it during a brawl with a disgruntle prisoner. He took a deep breath. Every couple of months he found himself sitting in this chair waiting for his interrogator. He relished in the short time of peace and quiet since he doesn't get that often in the crowded prison. He knew this time of solitude would soon be over when they come in asking questions about MI5 and some of their operations.

Lucas wondered what they wanted to talk to him about this time. He has proven over and over again that he will not give in to their demands. Perhaps it was something about Olive. Maybe she finally caved in, telling them everything she knew about whatever operation her father was working on. He hasn't seen her in the last four years. He missed her company. He missed the deep dimples in her cheeks every time she smiled. The freckles on her left shoulder. The way his name rolled off her tongue. He hoped that she was okay.

"Lucas, How are you?" Arkardy greeted the prisoner soon after the door was opened.

"Oh, just fantastic." Lucas said sarcastically, as he watch the older man make his way to the table. He took the bottle of water that was offered to him and took a sip.

"I'm sorry to hear about Ilya. I know you spoke of him often. His little philosophies. Inspired a few of your tattoos, if I remember correctly" Arkardy recalled as he leaned back in his chair. Tilting his head in condolence.

Lucas remain silent as he fiddle against the tight cuffs that was irritating a fresh gash on his left arm

"Dmitry, come release him." He commanded after he saw the discomfort. The guard came in and did as he was told. "Thank you." Lucas whispered as he slowly clasped his injured arm and rested it on his lap. "Isn't that better. Now we can talk like friends. Oh, how I missed our little chats togethers."

"Friends? Still funny as ever, Arkardy." Lucas snorted as he shifted his worn body in his seat.

" Oh course we are friends, Lucas." the Russian declared.

"Well, 'Friend'." the prisoner spat. "It has been a while since I have 'honoured' with you presence."

"I know. I'm sorry. This past year has been a busy one for me, but I am here now." He said clasping his hands. "It seems to me that you could use a friend since yours seem to have forgotten you."

"Your wrong." Lucas fumed under his breath.

"Am I? After four years you still believe that Harry Pearce will come to your rescue." the man stated. "He has done nothing but abandon you, Lucas. He doesn't deserve your loyalty." Lucas just stared at his hands as the words pierced his gut. "You are alone, Lucas. You have been replaced. He replaced Olive." The spy slowly lift his head at the mention of her name. "I am your only friend now."

"'When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.' William Blake." Lucas quoted giving Arkardy a grin.

"Lucas, again with William Blake. Your memory continues amazes me." the man laughed. "But you can trust me. You never know, perhaps you will see your wife again. Unless you have forgotten about her."

"I would never forget my wife." Lucas jaw was clenched. He thought about her everyday, remembering the last thing she spoke to him as guilt took over him.

"Are you so sure? I know you were fond of someone else. She was quite beautiful. I don't blame you. Entrapped many a man with those green eyes, those red lips, and sultry voice. What a waste." Arkardy declared with a curl on his lips.

"What have you done to her?" Lucas demanded but was ignored.

"Stubborn, just like Hugo. She is truly her father's daughter." Lucas stared coldly at the man and his hands formed a fist, his nails digging into his palm. "Funny story about Hugo Prince, he also fell in love with someone he worked with. Ruined his marriage. Don't make the same mistake, Lucas. Women like Olive can't be trusted. She will be the end of you. Hugo learned this the hard way, God rest his soul."

Lucas' heart pounded against his chest as he took in everything the man was saying. Olive has told him how much she longed to held in her fathers arms. If what the man said was true, she will never see him again. He ached for her, when she finds out it will destroy her. Everything she had endured was for him. He didn't know what he would do if the one person he wanted to see back home was ripped from the world.

"So I have proposal that will get you back in your wife's arms." Arkardy leaned on the table, pulling the prisoner out of his thoughts.

"And what is that?" Lucas muttered still glaring at the man.

"Be my eyes and ears in London. Work with MI5, find out their secrets, their plans. Then report everything to this for me and you will have your life back." he offered the spy.

"Lets say I do this for you. What happens to her?" Lucas asked looking down at his hand noticing the red marks from his nails.

"Nothing. She is staying here until she divulge everything she knows. In fact, I have new Chief interrogator coming in that seems very promising. Nazar has proven to be less than useless."

"Then I guess I'm staying too. I'm not about to abandon her." Lucas retorted, he took large gulp of his water.

"Still standing by her." He stated as he watched the spy. "Very well, Lucas. I was just trying to help you like a friend."

"Thanks, but don't need extra friends." Lucas snarled as he bared his teeth.

"Fine." The man stood up and made his way to the door. "Just remember, Lucas, she will be the end of you." he warned, turning back to the prisoner. With that, he left. Leaving Lucas to dwell on the choice that he had made.