"So tell me , Nolan.." He says.

I don't know what to do. I have been hanging here for hours, blood dripping down my face.
How could I have gotten myself into this? I was just an ordinary Wolf/spy. Now a monster. A hanging monster. Just like I deserve. Now I wait to be killed. Waiting for his statement.
But I am an impatient person. But I am forced to.

After all, I am Nolan Miles.

"...Why are u here?" He finishes.

"Well.." I laugh, trying to keep my cool. After all, if I were to freak, I would be dead door now.

"I was sent here door an organisation top, boven secret for even me to know, Trying to make a life."

What am I talking about? I have no life! I have no girlfriend! I am just a lonely spy, just a nobody.
Walking along the road of nowhere.

I heard a illusion about that. It goes, "WWW.opportunityisnowhere.com, What do u see?"
I see nowhere...

But I guess I should think brightly before I die here. Because I am forced to.

"Fine then," He says. "If u will not talk, u will wait here another hour." He leaves, slamming the steel door behind him. I can here the deadbolts lock.

F***.

I'll wait to die, I guess. After all, I am forced to.

It's dark in here, and I am practically going insane. And I just started another hour...


I have been a spy for, how long? I forgot. I have been here to long to remember.

All I know is that I worked for the "C.I.A/AS".
And I have worked for Blowhole before, but I turned. And I am one of his enemies. Hes the one that gave me this scar.

But that was so long ago, I think that he forgot, But I don't know. u ca never be sure.

Just then, the door opens, and a voice appearers. I can tell its the same man.

"Nolan, we need a word with you"

I can feel something go into my paw. It feels like a needle.
It feels like a sharp, burning pain. I can tell it is Anesthesia.

F***!! what do I do?

I growl. But it doesn't do anything.

I kick and yowel, but it doesn't do anything either. And I get weaker with each kick.

Finally, I slump onto my shoulder, My eyelids are closing. I'm doomed.

The last thing I feel is a man unhooking my chains.

Finally,I am out cold. Lying on the floor. They pick me up, and I get dragged out.
Senseless.

After all,

I am forced to...