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Alex blinked when he realized he still had his backpack. And in his backpack he had...

"Gadgets." he whispered quietly to himself.

He pulled out a small phone and pressed the power button three quick times and one long time, sending out a blackout signal and an electronic jamming signal. This would turn out all the lights and all preclude all electronics from working, including the electronic door- the only entrance or exit into the interrogation room. He then pulled out a flashlight and shined it on him and the assassin.

The assassin blinked in the sudden light.

"Hi." Alex said simply. (lol sry i just had to put that in there)

"Hello." the assassin said, raising his eyebrows.

"I jammed electronics. Now can you tell me why you saved me, and why you didn't let me save you?"

"I saved you, Alex, because..." the assassin hesitated.

"Because...?" Alex prompted impatiently.

"Because I lost your father, who was like my brother. I couldn't stand to lose you too. I love you. As my own. Son that is. I love you as my son."

Alex raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Smooth. That really came out right." He was quiet for a moment. "But thanks I guess. Not I guess. Just thanks."

An echoingly loud silence entered the room. (luv u oximoron)

"But why didn't you let me save you?" Alex asked eventually.

"Because then I would have owed you again." Yassen replied hesitantly.

"But you saved my life. Me saving you would make us even."

"No, Alex. You have already saved my life in more ways than one. Two ways actually, to be exact."

"Oh."

Silence.

"I was working with Scorpia to get to you. I needed to see you. To even out the score. I owed you. I never actually planned on actually doing work for Hull. I shot him after you knocked him out. I actually planned on giving you information on what Scorpia was planning. But now I think I'll retain that information until MI6 wipes my record and gives me my freedom."

Alex was quiet. Then he grinned. "Blunt's gonna be pissed. Like really pissed."

Yassen smiled slightly. "I'm glad you find that amusing."

The lights then suddenly flickered on. The solitary door slid open. And through them a very pissed looking Blunt emerged.

Alex hunched, arms crossed, in a gray chair after being escorted out of the interrogation room by two armed guards, the assassin staring inscrutably after him.

"Well Alex, I don't think there's much to say. You messed up. Would you care to tell me what you were talking about during the blackout?" Blunt said with steely calmness. His attempt to hide his anger and frustration failed miserably.

Alex shrugged. "Not really."

Blunt smiled grimly. "I though it was going to come to this. If you do not tell us within the next hour every bit of what was said in that interrogation room, then Yassen Gregorovich will tragically lose an arm. Two hours, the second arm goes. Three hours, heaven forbid, one foot. Four hours, the other foot. Five hours, a leg. Six hours, the other leg. The longer you hold out, the more body parts the assassin loses. And should we reach 24 hours, Alex, we will have you watch the execution of a long wanted assassin. Now won't that be fun?"

Alex...

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