After breakfast, Ellis got to the task of tracking down the traitor, wasting no time at all. She went down corridors and across suspended metal bridges. She looked through training rooms, warehouses and arms caches. Nothing. Returning to the main room of Pulvis, she wandered about, looking at all of the employees, typing away documents onto computers and annotating maps. She gave herself a small smile, suddenly catching the traitor in her sights. He sat at a surveillance computer, pretending to work. She could walk up behind him and slice his throat open right then and there and it would all be over. The other employees would not question her actions. It would be a sudden shock, of course, but they would realise that there was a reason for it. But now was not the time to strike. She had an idea.

  Ellis entered the cafeteria as lunch commenced. Scanning through the room, she spotted the double agent and walked over to him. A sandwich and a hot cup of coffee were in her hands. Seeing her, he gestured to the empty seat in front of him. She pulled up the chair and sat down.

  “The great Ellis Silver as I live and breathe.” He said. She chuckled and smiled at him.

  “Please, don't flatter yourself.”

  “I must say, you are one of the most beautiful women that I have ever laid eyes upon.”

  “Why, thank you.”

  Frank walked into the cafeteria and instantly laid eyes upon Ellis and the double agent. His eyebrows suddenly bent themselves downwards and he snarled to himself quietly. Spinning around, he quickly left.

  “What made you want to work at Pulvis?” Ellis asked the double agent.

  “All for the gold and glory. We are all practically millionaires.”

  “Just that?”

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  The double agent's smile faltered slightly. “I'm sorry?”

  “You already know what I'm talking about.”

  He chuckled. “I assure you, I do not.”

  Ellis' smile suddenly disappeared and her face turned cold. She put down her half-eaten sandwich and stared at him, piercing daggers into his eyes. “Don't bullshit me. Who sent you? MI5?”

  The double agent went to dive at her, went to grab her throat, when she threw the scalding coffee into his face, seeing the move from a mile away. He screamed in agony as slivers of steam rose from his burnt skin and quickly got up, taking a few steps back. Ellis stepped over to him and punched him in the face, but he recovered and blocked her second strike, ignoring the searing pain that boiled his red flesh. The henchmen all stopped their conversations and turned their heads towards the commotion. The two enemies engaged in a brawl. Ellis managed to get a lucky swing at his face, but her second strike was blocked. She parried a fist that was sent at her and punched him in the chest, knocking all of the air out of his lungs. He gasped and then sucked in a great lungful of oxygen. Blocking a strike with lightning reactions, he suddenly kicked Ellis' feet from underneath her, sending her crashing to the floor. With a small window acquired, the double agent made a break for it.

  “Goddammit, stop him!” Ellis shouted as she scrambled up. But it was already too late and he was gone through the door. “Amateurs!” She shouted angrily at her employees as she ran through the door. Running through a corridor, she spotted a button and flipped up the cover, smacking her fist against it. Red lights began spinning and an alarm blared as the entire building went into lockdown. Seeing that the corridor only went one way, she followed it, pursuing her target. That was when she stumbled upon Frank. “Am I glad to see you.” She told him. But on the other hand, Frank did not seem pleased to see her.

  “What the hell is up with you?” He asked her angrily. “What were you doing with that man in the cafeteria? Before you start with some bullshit excuse, don't bother, I saw you both, chatting away.”

  “Double agent.” Ellis replied quickly and plainly. Frank frowned slightly, the two words catching him unawares.

  “What?”

  “I was trying to get his secrets out. He's been sent here by MI5.”

  “How sure are you about this?”

  “Once I mentioned MI5, he tried to grab me. So I threw hot coffee into his face. There is also a corpse on top of the lift. I highly doubt that they tripped and fell.”

  “I believe you. Let's go get this son of a bitch.”