When I started to open my eyes, I could feel my head still aching. I felt the cold. But when I came to, I found myself in an interrogation room. My hands weren't cuffed either. I was still wearing the suit. I was confused because I expected to be tortured at any moment.
There was no surveillance. I got up and decided to go. The door was open. After wandering around for a while, I came across a snack table here, so I ate some food and drank some coffee.
Subsequently, a giant room took my breath away. There was a wooden table and two black leather chairs. The wall was glass, and I was given a view of the Nordic mountains and glaciers. It took me a few seconds to realize I'd been taken to Norway.
"Nice view, Mr. Lake, don't you think?" I heard the voice of an older man, in his fifties or so. I turned around and saw a man dressed much like me here, so he was definitely working for the intelligence.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Someone who wants to offer you a job, I want to talk to you first but I like to talk to you."
It gave me the creeps when he treated like my his son, he even to patted me on the shoulder.
"You know you'd make a great agent? You already have some of the training, our people would teach you the rest."
I stopped immediately.
"You are from the CIA, am I right?"
"Yes, I am, directing psychological operations and false-flag attacks. By attempting to infiltrate Mi6 even though you're the most wanted right now, you proved to myself that our agents have a problem infiltrating enemy intelligence services. Mi6 are allies, but you showed it."
I felt like I was going to kill this guy. But he kept leading me around the building, and came across my weak point when he noticed that if someone treated me like their own son, I would calm down.
"You want me to be a CIA agent?"
"Exactly."
Even though I was angry, I preferred to be quiet. I was curious to hear what he had to say.
"Have you ever wondered why I made sure you were here in Norway?"
"Eh?"
"Since intelligence agencies proved the presence of people from the past and time travelers around the world, we began tracking them all in a secret project, including your British friend. It didn't matter if they were criminals or not, they had to be supervised for time travel. The CIA was helped with this by the secret services of countries that we had previously considered enemies."
"What does this have to do with the fact that you kidnapped me to Norway?"
He led me further down the building, and I felt like this was never going to end.
"It has to do with your deceased mother."
I felt something hit me in my heart.
"Mom was a time traveler? She was a nurse."
"You know your parents as little as your father knows you."
Something hit me, and I immediately began to cry. But instead of coffee, he handed me hot cocoa.
"Have a drink, you're not the only one in this."
I took a big sip of cocoa like a small child while I was crying.
"You know your mother, she never told you everything, you're half Norwegian."
I continued to drink cocoa while listening.
"How can I tell you, you were under surveillance before you became a Trollhunter, and we were waiting for you to grow into something when you were an adult. Your family was under surveillance because of your mother."
Normally, I would have beaten him up for this new information that I had been spied on since birth, but he would have spoken to me like his own son, so I couldn't.
"You are a descendant of a woman from the past and a man from the present. You're the child of two people who should never meet." He said and continued "Children whose one parent was from the past was so common that we had to visit the parents they grew up with and help them cope. A lot of them grew up to become government employees. In all, we expected you to join us as well as dozens of others like you, and now you have the opportunity to have a career at the CIA."
He led me around a room that looked like a museum. There were Viking things.
"A government for anomalies, whether time, extraterrestrial or supernatural, has established an entire office. Until then, people had thought of it as fiction, or conspiracy fiction, until the Titans' attack."
Telling me this was pretty useless information because of area 49-B. I took another sip of the cocoa while I looked at the Viking items and asked.
"What time did mom come from?"
"We estimate that she was born in 1020 A.D. the daughter of a prominent Viking chieftain for whom we now have all of Scandinavia under watch. How she got to the time machine, whether it was alien technology or a magical artifact, we don't know."
"Dragons? I thought it was just one of my favorite animated films."
The head of psychological warfare looked at me like it was a bad joke to hear what I said.
"And the fact that the hero should be your grandpa didn't occur to you?"
"No."
"Arthurian legends were just fairy tales for you too, you also saw them in pop culture and you can also see that everything was real. Come on Jim, you've got royal blood, rise a little."
"And why did my dad leave me when I was 5 if my mom was from the past?"
"Simply. He wanted to protect you from us, but he was also afraid for his own life and legitimately so. In the beginning, it was hard for him to accept that your mother was born in the Middle Ages."
From what he said, he probably volunteered to admit that they did something to dad, but I had to hold on.
"I'd like to show you our range if you decide to become our secret agent."
I nodded to him that I'd like to take a look at the range.
"Kids from broken families like you always want to be in the military. We honestly expected you to become a soldier when you were also, after all, from a military family, that is, before you picked up the anti-government rhetoric that people like you would pick up over time, too."
I couldn't believe they were willingly putting a firearm in my hand despite knowing what I am capable of.
"You like guns even if you don't admit it. Don't be ashamed of it and show what you've got."
Over the next 2 minutes of direct training, I managed to shoot all the targets.
"Good aim."
"What would I have to do for you if I were to become your agent?" I said, and I reloaded the gun.
"You'd protect Americans, and you'd live rich and happy. The drama of the last few days would have been forgotten, and you'd have a whole new identity."
In my mind, I laughed at this bullshit. They deliberately tried to dissuade me from finding out the truth, and they still thought I'd be working for them. Never!
"Specifically, specifically. I want to know if you want me to plant bombs for you to kill innocents so you can continue to restrict freedom."
"You won't be happy about it, but you don't have a choice. We want you to be our informant. We want you to snitch on your friends who are as dangerous as you were. Either you work for us or we torture you."
At that moment I pointed the gun at his head and took him as a hostage.
"Stop, stop If you don't stop, I'll shoot him!"
Everyone who worked here stopped, the only director was fine even though I was pointing a gun at his head.
"He's only 18, he won't shoot me!"
"So tell me what you did to dad, or I'll really shoot you!"
"He threatened to expose to the world what we were trying to conceal. One of our agents forced him out of the house when you were a kid. Your mother must have thought he was paranoid at the time, in fact he had a cleaner on his hands. Our agent kidnapped him after he left Arcadia, shot him and dissolved the body in acid to cover his tracks. James Lake Sr. has ceased to exist."
Anger came over me, but if I shot him at that moment, I'd only make it worse.
That's when I let him go and decided to run. Unfortunately I had nowhere to go, this building in the middle of the mountains and glaciers was one huge prison.
But with my luck, I was shot with a tranquilizer dart, and I knew by now that when I woke up, I will be tortured.
