[i]“We are on your side…”[/i]

“Ah, shut it.” he said with a scowl that had been on his face for days.

The circumstances that had gotten him there in the first place were rather embarrassing. He walked in and couldn’t recall a thing after that. What had happened became quite obvious when he woke up handcuffed in a van with two other folks who he suspected were of similar stock; one who looked Russian and another American. Given the diversity of the group, [i]we are on your side[/i] struck him as empty propaganda of a third party organization that certainly wasn’t affiliated with his mother country. He would only partake on this charade until he could glean information about the nature of this group and report back to his supervisor; who no doubt had tried to make contact by now, as his last mission was a good month ago.

He leaned his head back, sighed, and continued with his scowl.