Chapter 88 - 8.6 White Petals Fall (Pt.1) (1/2)
Tyne woke groggily to the sounds of slow dripping water. He sighed. His mind going back to the first time he had spoken to Eiji in that office.
”What would our superior do, knowing you were a traitor to our country?” A familiar American accent spoke over his head.
”You?” Tyne's voice came out as a dry whisper.
He yelped when his head was yanked back by a belt straightened under his chin.
”This is the third time! The third f'king time!” The American scolded him.
Tears squeezed out of Tyne's eyes. His head was burning up from the pressure pushing at his temples.
The belt loosened around his neck. His head flopped forward. He involuntary coughed and gasped for air.
”Lieutenant Matherson. Do you even realise what you were about to cause?” The American sighed.
Tyne glanced about the dingy warehouse cell he quickly determined he was in. The stench of iron and musk overpowered his senses. He was kneeling on moistened concrete, which held a faint scent of river brine. He analysed he was still somewhere near the riverside.
”What happened to the secret policemen?”
”I shot them. Wasn't hard. They weren't expecting one of their own to turn on them.” The American solemnly answered.
”What do you want from me?”
A moment of heavy silence lingered between them before the American made his move.
Tyne rubbed feeling back into his hands when he felt they were free from their binds.
”You're to follow orders, but I'll take the map.”
Tyne peered into the American's eyes. ”What happened to Hashimoto-sensei?
”Dead.” The man flatly answered. ”He was trying to have his cake and eat it too.”
He heaved a cocky sigh. ”I should thank you for your timely arrival actually. We would've lost the intel otherwise.”
Tyne groaned. His heart felt heavy.
”And now?”
”Play doctor. You'll know your next orders when you see me again.” The American advised and warned him.
Tyne nodded and stumbled to his feet. He followed the American spy out of the warehouse cell and building, where he saw Eiji and the others waiting for him.
They looked worse for wear as well.
He glanced around the abandoned factory they had been holed up in. Most of the square-pane windows were broken with shattered glass near the sills. The river bank was on one side. An empty car lot was on the other where Tyne approached the others.
”Remember your orders men.” The American called out.