"You're nothing like your brother. The last time I met him, he actually tried to defend the one he loved. You're nothing but a wuss, Rodriguez Moralés."
"Rodriguez...Rodriguez...Rodriguez."
"Huh...?" I answered, slowly coming out of shock.
"Rodriguez," Sam's voice called from right next to me. "Are you okay now?"
"Was I sleeping?" I asked. She shook her head.
"No..." she told me, "It was like you were daydreaming a nightmare. I haven't seen you blink once," she continued, "I know this is straight to the point, but can you tell me what happened in New York?" she asked, and with my silent answer, she assumed that I didn't want to talk about it. "I'm sorry. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
New York...the white-haired kid...Sergei... That was all a dream, right? Then, I remembered that I had been stabbed by that kid. I quickly lifted my shirt and saw my torso wrapped in bandages. So, it wasn't a dream. Sergei was in America.
"No, it's fine," I replied to Sam, "I'll tell you everything. It's better if I do."
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ActionFive years have passed since the last incident with the Russian Intelligence Agency (RIA), and they've been quiet since then. Bored out of his mind with no interesting cases except standard police matters, Rodriguez Moralés will soon be happy to lea...
