Chapter 10: The Deal

Mia Duncan's POV

I grunted in my sleep as I can feel how uncomfortable it was for me to be sleeping right now. I tried to open my eyes but it was so bright that I have to blink a few times before I can open it. When I opened it, I saw a figure that was sitting in front of me and it was no one else, Detective Liam Hunt.

"Sleep well?" He asked as he stood up from the seat and went to the window to close the blinders. The sunlight dimmed as he closed it all the way until only a little ray can only be passed through.

"So, let's start from the beginning, shall we?" He said before I tried to move. I was chained on all four, my legs and my arms. Damn it!

"yeah, struggling would do you no good, alright? I already learn the lesson of not trusting you any longer. You are sneaky than most criminal that I met. I learned my lesson," he said as he went to sit on his chair and look at me. I just stared at him as I was moving my head side to side.

"Where have you brought me?" I asked hoarsely. damn, I was thirsty. "can you give me some water? I'm thirsty," I said as I looked at Liam. I was hoping he would be kind enough for me to drink some water for my throat.

"I can't help you if I am thirsty to death," I added. He sighed before pouring some water and put a straw for me. I thanked him as I drank until it was empty. I sighed after I finished it. He just scoffed as he put the glass on the table, near the water jug.

"Can you talk now?" Liam asked as he was standing in front of me. I don't know if I was still wearing my lens and my wig. Those sleep could get any better than my identity revealed.

"what do you want?" I asked him. He just stared at me before a knock disturbed us.

"I'll talk to you later, Eduardo. Tell mama I will get the dinner myself. I have work to do!" He said in Spanish and I was impressed.

"Okay, but don't be too long with that gorgeous woman in there. Mama hates them," his friend said as his footstep faded.

"I assumed you would bring me far from here, but I guess your friend's," I looked around the old room, "garage could be better than places that I have captured and threw into," I said as I looked at him casually.

"you don't know the half of it," he said as he looked at me, "Ms. Duncan," he called me. No, it can't be, my disguise did not fall out, did it? I questioned myself as I tried to hide my secret.

"Who are you calling, Ms. Duncan? My name is not that," I said, trying to laugh it out.

"Really, I suggest you look into the mirror then," he said before he put the mirror in front of me. Blood drained from my face as I can see my sterling gray orbs and brunt hair was flowing on my face.

"are you trying to deny it again, Ms. Duncan? Or do you want to have the evidence shown to you?" He said before taking the blond wig and my contact lens.

"it seems that you are very fashionable as well," he said as he pulls out my suitcase full of disguises that the organization has prepared for me. I kept my mouth shut as I don't want to make him more suspicious of me.

"and that Spanish accent really suits you, as if you were born here," he said after he put the evidence, my disguises, away. I gulped as I looked at him. He stared at me like he would eat me alive.

"wait, can we make some sort of deal?" I said as I was breathing out of my breath. I need to take this precaution as I don't want the organization after me even though I would easily manage to escape him.

"and how would that be beneficial to me, Mia?" Liam asked as he was turning around and put his hands on the pocket of his jeans. The way he stood like that made him looked more delicious than he ever was. I sighed deeply before looking at him with the hope that my plan worked.

"You can have me, I mean, bring me to justice as you always see me as a threat anyway," I said as I locked my eye contact with him. He just stands there as I can see his motor was moving inside his head.

"then started telling me the truth and stopped with the bullshit of lying," he said as he went back to his chair and sat down. He was putting all his focus on me as I was starting to sweat and my mouth was staggering.

"The information that I gave to you before was not a lie, it was the truth with some twisted turn. After my father died, I was sent back to my guardian, which is my uncles who were a Croatian. Being a child, I have not yet seen the bigger picture of what my uncle has planned for me when I grew up. He will put me go through Krav Maga classes and shooting range as I need to sharpen my skills on taking someone's life. He was the executive of the organization that their main belief was to kill the right, bad people, the world would be a better place. I have been embedded in my brain that it was for good cause until the assassination of my uncle, 1942, when the World War Ii was at the edge of their ending," I stopped for a while as I tried to gain my strength to get through with the story. Liam was sitting there patiently listening to me. I thought that was kind of sweet if we were in a different setting, not an interrogation by an Interpol detective.

"go on," he said as he urged me to continue. I sighed before opening up about my past.

"I was enlisted to be the backup plan once he was out of the picture. I have no choice in that matter. I was 15 years old and a black car was coming and stopped in front of our apartment. I always wonder what my uncle's occupation was until that day when I was told he was dead and I have to be taken away for my own safety," I said as I looked away from him. The memory was too painful as I closed my eyes to not show my vulnerable side to him. I opened my eyes again and I exhaled deeply. I looked at Liam as he was not moving at all.

"I was put through a boarding school, exclusively for the training of future assassin. I was one of them. After we graduated, we need to carry out a test to see if we fit in the organization. If we failed, they will kill us. So I have to do it even though I don't want to because of my own survival," I said before I stopped it to look at him. I don't think he would be happy to hear this from me.

"who's your target?" He asked. I was afraid that if I tell the truth, he would kill me.

"Professor of forensic from St Andrews University, Eric Hunt, your father," I whispered the name as I can see the blood was draining from his face. He got up from his seat before he came at me.

"what did you say?" He asked again as he tried to make sense of the name that I said.

"Eric Hunt, professor of Forensic from Scotland. Your father," I said as I looked at him in the eye to show that I was not lying.

"Lies. My father died of a plane crash," he hissed at me.

"I planted the bomb in his plane. The organization needs to see if my faith was with them or against them," I said as Liam was pacing back and forth in front of me. He was shaking his head.

"This is madness. You just made it up," he said while pointing at me. My expression was the only thing that I can't lie.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as he looked at me in the eye to tell that I did not lie. He sighed before getting out to the door.

"I wish I never knew you," he said before closing the door with a bang and out of my sight, forever.