A tall well built stature walks down the spotless white path lit brightly, his team walking behind him obediently. Opening the door to one of the interrogation room He sees that rascal sitting there with his hands cuffed.
"You are alive!"
Says the person sitting in the room with a questioning look.
The man slips off his dark black coat revealing his chest holster with two loaded guns on either side. One is his teammates taking his coat walks out of the interrogation chamber clicking her black pointed heels.
The man removes his guns placing them on the table that separates them, he stares at the rascal with intense gaze through his perfect side fringes.
Clenching and unclenching his strong jaw the man in black is giving crepes to the one sitting in front of him.
His other teammates
