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The tears had gone; they had left her in peace, for now. Angela could still feel them brimming up inside her, like foam rising inside a shaken bottle. She tried to fight this absurd feeling that kept trying to engulf her in its blackness, the feeling that she would never see Smith again. Or if she did, it would only be his head on top of a spike, his eyes wide with their final scream, for all to see.
That's ludicrous She tried to tell herself, but the feeling was relentless.
Eventually she gave in, accepting the fact that Smith had sent himself to a grim death, of which tales of horror would be told, beside the beds of terrified, pale faced children.
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As Angela sat in a deserted clearing, with the shadows of doubt surrounding her, all Smith could see was light, a great blinding light. It reminded him of the light which should've deleted him, it reminded him of death.
I'm dead. A thought echoed, then a great ringing slap stung his face and the light disappeared, but its shape floated in front of him for a long time.
"This scene familiar to you, Smith?." A voice said, seeming to come floating out of nowhere in the darkness.
Smith looked around, and the situation he was in started to come to him, three hunched, shadowy figures became apparent. He looked around, and nodded slightly.
Yes, this was very familiar indeed.
"I recognize it." Smith said smoothly. "Our version of this was slightly more... sophisticated, but I believe the basic concept is the same."
The man who had spoken leaned forward slowly, and into the shadowy, grey light. Shadows streaked across his face and made the grin pasted across his lips look quite sinister. Smith did not speak, did not move, he was not afraid. It was different to be on the other side of the interrogation, but he was confident. Unlike all the Coppertops and Rebels he had interrogated and bugged, he had nothing to hide.
"Before we begin, Smith, I'd just like to inform you that we are all armed. So don't try anything clever, hoss."
Smith said nothing; he only sat there calmly regarding him with his blue gaze that eerily reflected the milky light streaming through the crack that was laughingly called a window.
Two figures stepped into the light, two males who were muscle bound and hard-faced came into view. Smith guessed this was their stab at intimidation. He brushed his hand over his mouth to hide a smile.
This is going to be interesting. Very interesting indeed. He thought, as the shadowy man glared at him in the dark, preparing to try and catch Smith out with blood on his hands.