Winter Wasteland, Part 3

Misery fought futilely against the armored creature's tight grasp around her neck, trying to regain her composure, "Y-you are under investigation by the--" Her voice was caught off by a particularly tight squeeze.

The armored one responded with a deep chuckle, "No, you work for me now, if you know what's good for you." Misery's eyes seemed to glance towards the fully clothed one for answers, but it seemed as if she had disappeared, until Misery looked the opposite way and saw her.

"Great one," the clothed one spoke, "Are you sure this one can be trusted? She seemed eager to rat out her current superiors."

A deep chuckle came from the armored one, "You should know better than to question the great R.C.L.E.P.A.O.S. Besides, even if she wanted to divulge secrets about us, she knows nothing. They'd have her committed if she said that we came out of no where."

The shrouded one nodded and just watched, "Forgive my doubts."

R.C.L.E.P.A.O.S. threw Misery to the floor, causing her to whimper and gasp heavily for breath. "Giving me your name would be in your best interest."

Misery continued to sputter for a while before she slowly stood back up and rubbed at her throat, "I am Misery Valentine, and I work for--"

R.C.L.E.P.A.O.S. cut her off, "Me, as a double agent. You will report on every detail that your organization knows about. Undoubtedly, you are a spy, so your organization must have all sorts of information I need."

Misery just stared her in the eyes, seeming to be contemplating not listening to a thing that she said, but agreeing with her anyway, if only to get herself out of this situation alive.

The large red painted cat pulled out a cigar and slowly lighted it up, just looking her over. "Trust me, we will find you and kill you if you do not comply."

The snow leopard seemed to realize the seriousness, slowly nodding, "Well, how am I supposed to reach you?"

The cigar smoke was starting to fill the basement slowly, smiling a bit, "We'll give you a data pad. It won't communicate data to us for one month, so don't waste your time trying to upload any information to us until that time."

A throat clearing noise came from the cloaked one, but both R.C.L.E.P.A.O.S. and Misery ignored it, as the snow leopard frowns and looked up, "Understood, one month and my employment for you begins."

R.C.L.E.P.A.O.S. nods and smiles a little, "I'm glad you understand. Once you leave here, you will never see our faces again, unless you do something wrong. Of course, if you did that, you wouldn't get to see us for long."

Misery nodded, slowly putting her hand out to the data pad. The cloaked figure produced a data pad from within the folds, handing it out to the snow leopard. Misery frowned and looked at it, seemingly high tech, taking it and slowly tucking it into a bag on her side, "Well, I suppose it's good to be working for you." She turned and started heading back up the stairs.

The cat plucked the cigar from her mouth and blew out a large puff of smoke, "You'll see shortly, you're on the right team."