Six years ago…..

The room was dimly lit, and the cries of agony filled the small space, followed by the smell of fresh blood.

Luke's eyes narrowed as he glared at the trembling spy before him. "Not ready to talk? You only have two toenails left though."

The spy, a scrawny man with a scruffy beard, sat limb in the chair he was strapped to, tired from the endless hours of torture. “I…” he struggled to speak… “I don’t know anything.”

“Hmm?” Luke tilted his head to the side, ...