The fast echoing footsteps in the alleyway quickened as they progressed towards the cell room. All that could be sensed with these hurried footsteps was pure anger... Rage.
Sofia, sitting while leaning against the wall, wasn't moved by the strange approach today, as her mind was far away from where she was.
It was until the figure with the hurried footsteps reached the cell that she raised her head, only to see a gun pointed towards her.
Standing right at the other side of the cell was President Liam Thompson, staring death at her with a boiling face.
"You are going to kill me? Fine then, just pull the trigger and get it over with. At least it's better than being stuck here," Sofia said, her voice calm as she appeared not to be moved by the scary stance of the middle-aged man.
"Tell me, how did you have the information about how to access the Defence Unit?" Liam asked, his voice harsh and stern.
"What?"
