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(Delirious POV)
"It's a miracle that he survived. He's now in a doctor's care. The police didn't catch suspect. Stay tuned for more information."

I turned off the TV furiously, and took my head into my hands. I screamed again, feeling my beating heart, hoping it would somehow help me.

Where did I fuck up? How did they find him? I checked everything! Nobody saw me, how then?

I needed air, clear my mind. I grabbed my jacket and headed out. As I was walking through the park I sensed I was being watched. I sat down on the bench and checked my surroundings. People were passing by me but I couldn't get rid of that feeling. I started to scan everyone of them.

Within few seconds tall man sat besides me. He cleared his throat.

"So this is how it work? Just finding ya, and ya can kill?"

I glanced over him with a frown, fully confused.

What's going on here? Who's he? Is this some kind of joke?

"Ya don't have to answer me. I just have a work for you."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked slowly.

"Can ya please go with me?" He showed me his badge.

Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. He doesn't know. He don't have any proof, any evidences. And that Evan didn't see anything from me. C'mon.

"What for, agent? Is it a crime siting down on the bench?"

"Kidnapping, killing and torturing. That's a crime. Now move, before I call some back ups."

I didn't want to sound any more suspicious. We both walked towards the end of the park silently. I pushed away the nervousness and fears far to the back, and wall myself with confidence and innocence. We got into his car

"I still dont get why am I here," I started conversation.

They don't know shit. They can't. I haven't done any mistakes.

"Stop with that acting and save your breath. You're going to need it."

We arrived to FBI building and when I saw the people around me through my body ran wave of disgust. I hated them. They thought they're fight for good but truth was they were working for government, for politician, for corrupted people. I was killing people, yes, but at least Tyler checked their backgrounds, so I knew exactly who I'm working for and who I'm killing. They were the dolls.

Through my way to the lower floor nobody gave me any attentions. And I was glad for it.

"Sit down. Ya wanna somethin' to drink?" Tall man asked with full Irish accent.

I did what he asked me for and smiled.

"Water please. Is it the time for me to know why am I here? I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I?" I asked innocently.

Within few seconds the door opened and other man came in. I knew him well. It was Greg Oswaldski, CEO of the FBI. Tyler once told me his brother wanted to hire me.

Oh shit. Did he find me through Tyler? How? He isn't speaking to Tyler directly, is he? Tyler wouldn't betray me. Plus he doesn't know how I look like, that's complete bullshit.

Greg locked the door behind him, walking towards the table. He smashed the papers on it, opening them, putting the photos of my victims in front of me.

"Do you know these people?"

I had to pull out my act skills. I shivered, and looked at them full of confusion and fears.

"Of course I know them. They were all over the news. What does this mean? Why are you showing me them? I didn't do anything, I was sitting on the bench. Why are you showing me them?"

"Stop it, you fucker!" Greg growled.

"Listen, we know who you are. There's no need to pretend any other way," the tall man said and put the water on the table.

Oh good police man and bad one we're playing here, aren't we?

"Please, gents. I don't know what you want from me. Just let me go, I want to go," I said with shivery voice, sliding the photos away from me.

"You remember Danny Turth? His loving brother broke under our questions. He said that he had hired Delirious to kill."

"I know. It was in the news," I said still trembling.

And then it stroked me like a lighting bolt. It started to get sense.

If they truly know that I'm that Delirious, which is weird, they want something from me. They would have shoved me right into the prison, but they are slightly hiding me. There are no news people, no armed men around.

"You know what is the best about being rich? That you can buy almost everything. Plus you're carrying the small hidden camera around," the Irish agent said with a smile.

He turned on his phone and I saw things from my victims perspective. How he left the nightclub with the blond girl. Then I heard their kissing, as the camera was dark from their closeness, and after that I saw myself. And then it turned off.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No, this isn't happening, this can't be. That fucking shit had a camera? Oh he's going to pay for this. Why didn't I expect it? I'm such a stupid.

"Oh we're slowly remembering," Irish agent mumbled victoriously.

"I expected that Delirious guy more terrifying. Look at you. You're only small piece of shit," Greg started to shoot.

Patience is key. I'm not letting them provoke me.

Irish guy sat against me and put both hands on the table.

"Listen... we need you to kill somebody. After you do it, you're free man. We can erase everything from your past. Give you new name, new life, new everything."

You don't even know my name, bitches. What do you want to erase?

"And if I refused?" I said without any exprecions.

I felt how Greg grabbed me by my shirt and turned me to him. I spotted anger in his eyes.

"Don't you dare even think about it. You're in deep shit here. You gonna get a target and you gonna kill him, understand?"

I hated when people touched me. I hated when they came into my personal space. I put my hands onto his and slowly get them off me.

"Now stand up, you're coming with us," Greg commanded, and I did what he wanted from me.

We all left the room, when Irish agent started to whisper to Greg.

"Lui can't know about this, boss. He can't."

Lui? Who's Lui?

"What? Why? He's your partner. He's hunting him down all this time, why shouldn't he know the truth?" Greg replied in whisper.

Lui is a partner of this Irish agent. Good to know.

"Please, promise me."

We left the building, but were stopped when smaller man stand in front of us, giving me an annoyed look.

"Sup? Who's that guy?" He asked, and I slowly smirked.

Oh you're blessed that you don't know it.

"It's a miracle that you came out of your office," Greg greeted him.

"Some small thief, nothing important. I'll catch ya in your office later?" Irish agent said innocently.

Small thief? They truly are hiding my identity.

"Can't do. I need to talk with both of you. I think I found something."

"But this is D-" Greg wanted to continue when Irish man jump into his speech.

"We're right behind you."

Greg and that Irish agent looked at me. Tall agent then looked behind me.

"Hey you? Could ya please make sure he doesn't go anywhere? Just keep an eye on him, and if he try something just knock him out," he commanded and I sensed my opportunity escape.

I watched them returned back to the building, when I felt a touch on my shoulder.

"We need to go."

My eyes widened in surprise when I recognized that voice, and I slowly smiled.