AN: Well here is the second chapter. I'm just apologize for the long time. It took a long time to write this. I was constantly hitting blocks, because I was having trouble with how this chapter should play out. So I'm sorry if this is bad or cringy I don't have a lot of experience writing interrogation scenes.
Anyway I hope you enjoy.
Casey Pov
November 6th, 2037
Fear coursed through me as the guards dragged me forward. A million thoughts were racing through my head. How was I gonna get out of this? Where were these guys taking me? Was Miguel, alright?
Suddenly I felt myself lurch forward as the guards holding me in mid-air came to a halt. I heard the faint sound of beeping. Followed by hissing and the noise of a mechanical door opening. Immediately I'm pulled forward as the guards start walking again.
After a few more minutes and a brief stop, I feel myself being lowered and set into something. The bag was then abruptly pulled off of my head. Now able to see, I'm quick to analyze my surroundings. Around me were dark gray walls and a lighter gray floor. To my left was a silver door with a barred window on it. Hanging above me was a bright light that made the faintest buzzing sound. In front of me was an old rusted silver table. On the top left corner of the room, I saw a security camera hanging from the ceiling.
Suddenly the door opened, and two people walked into the room.
The first one was an old, bald, grizzly looking man dressed in a military outfit. His face was covered in scars, and his cold blue eyes were glaring into my soul.
The other was a woman dressed in a white lab coat and black under clothing. She had dark hair, and her face was surprisingly youthful. Her brown bloodshot eyes held fatigue in them, while underneath them were bags. It was painfully obvious, this woman hadn't slept in days. Her expression was much softer than the man's, So much so I had almost begun to feel safe. However, something was lurking behind her warmer gaze, something dark that I wasn't able to Identify. Whatever it was, I found it more unsettling than the man's hard glare.
The woman took a seat and put a file on the table. While the man continued standing, his eyes not leaving me for one second.
Do you know why you're here, Ms. Young? The woman asked rhetorically, her voice laced with a heavy Russian accent.
I kept my face neutral as I stared at her. However, On the inside, I'm terrified out of my wits. These guys knew who I was, and most likely did a background check before walking in here. It was clear that I wasn't gonna charm my way out of this. My only option was to let them do the talking. While I looked for an opening and formulated a strategy to get myself free.
I shifted my gaze toward The Man, who took a page out from the file and started to speak.
Casey Alexandra Young, The man said, speaking in the most condescending tone I ever heard. His voice was like fingernails on a chalkboard. If I weren't in cuffs, I would punch him just to shut him up. But I forced myself to listen as he continued speaking.
Born April 6th, 2025, the only daughter of Ethan and Hannah Young. Orphaned, at the age of 5, after both parents were killed in a car accident. The man continued.
I felt a brief sense of grief as I was reminded of my parents. That grief was quickly replaced by fear. How did they know about the accident? No one in law enforcement knew about the accident, those records had been lost in the war. Either these guys were more resourceful than I thought, or they were another Unionist remnant.
But that wasn't possible, the last Unionist remnant had been wiped out a year ago.
I made sure of that personally. I bitterly thought.
You were then sent to Helga's orphanage, where you stayed for 5 years until you just decided to "run away." The man said, waving his arms as if for some dramatic effect.
My face twitched in anger at the mention of that hellhole. It was the place that was responsible for the suffering I endured for half of my life. This guy was walking on thin ice. If he keeps it up, I'll bash his face in. Cuffs or no cuffs.
Of course, your past at Helga's explains the light show that you put on tonight. Your lightning hands put about ten men in a coma, and about twenty more in critical condition. The man finished with amusement leaking into his voice, and a smirk creeping onto his face.
I'm sorry, but who the hell are you two? I asked in a growling, irritated tone. Screw my plan, I was getting sick of this man's condescending tone. He had a lot of nerve to remind me of Helgas. Not to mention carelessly joking about the condition of his men. Honestly, it disgusted me just how heartless people can be.
Both flinched back and were visibly shocked at my sudden outburst.
Above me, the light flickered as I felt the power dampener tighten its hold on my leg.
I then took deep breaths to reign in my temper. I needed to be level headed about this. Losing my cool wasn't gonna do anything but cause more problems.
After a few seconds of shock on her face, the lady gathered her bearings and started to speak again.
My name is Doctor Makarov, Director and head scientist of EXORCIST, and this is General McDavid, EXORCIST'S Chief of Security. She said, speaking very slowly and carefully as if she was talking to an angry animal.
Doctor Makarov then reached into the file and pulled out another paper. She then held it in her hands as she started to read it.
Approximately Four hours ago, you infiltrated the most heavily secure complex in the world. Broke into a vault that's capable of withstanding a nuclear detonation. Then stole what you thought was two tons of plutonium, Makarov explained. Reminding me of the events that transpired just before I was knocked out.
So why are you here? I asked them baffled. It didn't make any sense. They already knew what happened, and I doubt there would be anything I could tell them that they didn't already know.
That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. What was the reason I was here?
If anything, I should have been strapped on a lab table. Not being interrogated in wherever I was.
Actually, why AM I here? I asked them.
You're here because we needed to analyze your ability to infiltrate a heavily guarded building and escape it with minimal detection. Makarov said. This answer caught me off guard. Unfortunately, before I could reply, McDavid spoke up.
Who the hell do you think sent that contract? McDavid asked rhetorically as if the answer was obvious.
Then I slowly began to put the pieces together. The dud contract that I took covered all my expenses, my travel, housing arrangements, and getting passed customs. The instructions were more explicit than any other job I had accepted, all the way down the smallest detail. And Finally, The EXORCIST troops were able to track me despite me having teleported to the other side of the city.
It was clear now EXORCIST was the anonymous party that issued the contract!
However, this left me with more questions. Why hire a thief to break into your headquarters? Why did they need to know how capable I was at infiltration? And more importantly, why does it matter to them?
It didn't make sense, and I was getting more and more irritated. I've gotten absolutely nowhere with my plan. Listening and waiting has done nothing but waste precious time. It was time for a more direct approach.
What do you want from me?! I asked them. My patience was running out. I wanted straight answers, and I wanted them now.
Believe it or not, we're actually trying to help you. McDavid said. I scoffed at this.
Yeah, and I'm Spider-Man, I sarcastically replied. Seriously, a bunch of science geeks trying to help me? I'm a kid sure, but I'm not an idiot.
Then McDavid reached down and pulled out two more files, and started to read them out loud.
Ms. Young, you're wanted for multiple accounts of theft, trespassing, transportation of hazardous materials, and resisting arrest. McDavid told me in his usual unbearable voice.
And that's just your post-war records. McDavid finished smugly
My eyes shot up when he said that. Suddenly it felt like I was being crushed by a thousand tons. No, they couldn't have-
We've gathered all available data on all your crimes, including those committed during the war. Makarov interrupted my thoughts. It was like she was reading my mind.
If by some chance the authorities were to get this. Then, my dear, you would be looking at a fifty-year, if not a life sentence in prison. McDavid finished in a sickly sweet voice. Makarov turned her head and gave him a glare that finally wiped the smirk off his face.
I gulped nervously, I could tell he wasn't bluffing. If I got stuck in prison, Miguel would starve or worse. I'll be damned if I lose him too.
Makarov turned her head to me, she continued to speak.
Luckily for you, EXORCIST requires someone of your particular skill set. Makarov said. Her voice unwavering and gaze remained the same
This just confused the hell out of me. Why would a bunch of science geeks need a thief? Especially since they were seemingly well funded, I mean not everyone can just have a private army.
We would like to offer you a contract, Makarov said. Her voice was straight forward and showed no hesitation.
Wait a minute, What? I thought to myself. Confusion engulfed my mind, as I finally processed what was just said.
Did she just offer me a contract? I thought. The very notion seemed almost impossible to fathom.
I had taken tons of contracts from various clients over the past two years, Crime Syndicates, Politicians, Corporations, and a lot of small groups feuding against each other.
But never once had I done one from an organization like EXORCIST.
Go On, I said to her, intrigued. Confused as I was about this whole situation, I'll do what I can to stay out of jail. If it meant I had to take a contract for some science geeks, then so be it.
Makarov then cleared her throat and reached into her pocket and pulled out a small remote, she then pointed it at the camera and pushed the top button. The camera then made three low beeping sounds.
Before we can explain what the job entails, you need to understand that the information associated with it is classified in the highest order. Makarov said, her voice becoming more firm.
It's a secret that is only known to a handful of people, including McDavid and myself. They are not under any circumstances allowed to divulge what they know or what we are doing here. By agreeing to hear what we have to say, you will be expected to do the same. Makarov continued, and It didn't take a genius to know she was serious as a heart attack.
In simpler terms, This is your last chance to back out. Because if you decide to hear what we have to say, you'll be unofficially taking the mission. McDavid Said, any smugness or arrogance in his voice was gone, only cold seriousness was in his voice.
I leaned back into my seat and began weighing my options. My choices were to either take this job and, hopefully, though unlikely, walk away Scott free. Or to let the courts decide what to do with me. As I pondered, the former option began to appeal more to me. While there was no guarantee, I would be able to just walk out the door when I'm done. I would be able to have some control over the outcome.
If I took my chances in the courts, my hands would be tied. I would leave my fate in the hands of strangers, who most likely didn't care about what happened to me. I would be sent to prison, and Miguel would die of starvation.
The choice was obvious, I needed to take this job. It would be the best possible outcome for Miguel and me.
Immediately I looked up at the pair in front of me.
Ok, I'll listen to what you have to say. I said
Immediately Makarov's face sprouted a look of happiness, and McDavid let out a breath of relief.
Excellent. Makarov said, Her voice filled with relief. It was like she actually thought I would turn down her offer.
Then let us begin Makarov said her voice still filled with happiness.
AN: well that was The Deal. If you noticed on the top left hand that the date has been changed. Its because I decided to set the first chapters a little further into the future. You see I had started writing Child of the Future last year and the previous timeline would be a lot closer to the present time. But by the time I published this in January part of the OG timeline had been eclipsed. So I decided to set the date further by a decade.
Finally I wanted to ask how would you guys feel about deviation from the Original Stranger Things timeline? Leave your answer in the comments.
The next chapter will be the last set in the future, and after that we will finally see the characters we all know and love.