Peering into the room from the doorframe, blue orbs watched the agent regaining consciousness. She expected to be mistaken as the enemyβ which technically she is. But even so, there was an odd desire to help.
Even so, no words were uttered right away, simply allowing him to collect himself.
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Groggy and disoriented, he wakes up with a grunt in the same predicament he remembered losing consciousness before: tied up to a chair in a tiny room. Damn, his head hurts. Among other things.
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