Frank and Ellis walked through the endless maze of corridors, making their way towards their destination. Opening a door, they stepped into the surveillance room. A man in a grey security guard's uniform and cap sat on a swivel chair and turned his head to them, taking his eyes away from the giant monitor that displayed hundreds of CCTV screens.

  “I am guessing that you are both searching for someone?” He asked. “That alarm wasn't a drill, wasn't it?”

  “No it was not, Ted.” Ellis replied. The security guard, Ted Hansen turned his head back to the screens.

  “A description?”

  “It will be quite difficult, he is dressed in the same uniform as the rest of our workers. He’s a double agent for MI5. Blonde hair, that’s all.”

  “Well, that makes it a bit trickier, but we’ll see what we can do.” Ted grabbed his mouse and began to turn off screens that showed empty rooms. He zoomed in on the screens left, giving them a better view of the numerous employees that inhabited the base. Ellis scanned her vision through the screens, trying to catch a glimpse of her target.

  “There.” Frank said. “Fifth across from the top left, four down.”

  Ellis followed his directions and saw the double agent sitting at a table in what seemed to be a bedroom. His quarters. Ellis nodded to Ted.

  “Thank you.”

  Ted nodded back to her and then turned his head back to his work. “Anytime. Go get that son of a bitch.”

  Frank and Ellis exited the room and went to meet their target.

  Frank and Ellis arrived at the room and stood at either side of the closed door, pressing their backs to the wall. Ellis silently counted down on her fingers and then barged into the room, kicking the door wide open. The traitor instantly threw a dagger which just missed Ellis by a hair, sticking itself into the door. He reached into his uniform, drawing out a gun, but was too slow as Frank charged at him, barging into him with his shoulder. He hit the desk, the gun slipping from his grip and to the floor, but instantly recovered from the blow, shaking it off as though it was a cold. Both Frank and Ellis traded blows with their enemy, but he countered every move. Suddenly, Ellis got a lucky break and managed to punch him in the cheek. Frank took the tiny window and rammed his sole into the traitor’s knee before he had time to recover. His leg violently buckled forwards as his knee shattered, sending shards of bone through his skin. He collapsed to the floor, screaming. Frank grabbed him by his coat, hauling him up. His eyes were in an unholy fury, his rage violently simmering almost to the point of boiling over. He held back his anger, resisting the urge to kill him right then and there. Ellis suddenly smiled, turned on by the brutal act of violence. “Don’t make me break your other leg.” Frank snarled and then hauled the cripple out of the room.

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  Frank threw the traitor down at Artificis’ feet. The masked man looked down at him, his featureless face being impossible to read.

  “So you are the sly spy that has been sneaking through my organisation, selling my information to the administration.” He told him with a slight curiosity in his voice. The double agent looked up at him as he slowly stood back up onto his two feet, having to bend one knee to support the jagged broken bones that protruded out of his skin. He grinned, despite the intense pain that throbbed through him like slow moving lava.

  “Indeed I am.” He replied, staring at his own reflection through the gleaming spectacles. “MI5 knows all about you and your dirty organisation. We have plans to bring you down even as I speak. It's finally over for you.”

  “Do you really think that a bunch of desk agents can bring down an organisation of criminals and killers? I wish you luck, I really do.”

  The double agent chuckled, showing not a single ounce of fear, the smile still staying put. “Go ahead.” He said confidently. “Kill me. It won’t change anything.”

  “Hmm. No. I have a better idea. You could be today's lecture.”

  The double agent's smile suddenly dropped and he raised an eyebrow in confusion at the odd sentence. Artificis offered him no explanation as he reached into his suit and took out a phone. He speed-dialled a number.

  “Hello Earl. I have someone for you.”

  Within five minutes, there was a knock on the door. The double agent was forced to stand in place the entire time, having nowhere to go as a result of his broken leg. He knew that it was the end for him, but he was still going to face it with dignity. He did not want to give his mortal enemies the satisfaction of watching their prisoner tremble. His face was like stone, his expression blank. Ellis opened the door and there stood Earl Woodfield. He was clad in a stained white waistcoat that was painted in dark red and had a bloody white shirt underneath and a thin black tie. His white trousers were painted with numerous dark blood spatters and his white Oxford shoes had specks of blood on them. There was no time to waste in sending his clothes to the dry cleaners when there were interrogations to be carried out. He was just going to get blood on them again, so what was the point? After all, he needed an image to maintain for his hungry audience and to strike fear into his test subjects. He had grey, fuzzy hair and hard eyes, one of them paralysed to the point of being permanently half closed, hinting at his psychotic tendencies. The inquisitor pushed his small glasses up further on his nose and walked up to the double agent. Suddenly, he delivered a single fist to his jaw, immediately knocking him out cold. He grabbed him as he fell and dragged him over to a wheelchair, sitting him in it, and then wheeled him out of the room with Artificis, Ellis and Frank in his wake.