"CIA Special Agent Amanda Waller. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rodriguez. How many years were you sentenced to again?"
"Originally 231 years. Now, that may not be the case." Schiller sat behind the bars.
"You don't need to waste your talents in prison, do you?" Amanda looked at him. "The federal government needs people like you. If you're willing to work for us..."
"Fine," Schiller said.
"We can offer you... What did you say?"
"I said I'm willing to work for you. Is there a problem?"
"N-No, but do you know what kind of work you'll be doing?" Amanda stared at him in surprise. "We need people who can do dirty work..."
"Was my 231-year sentence handed down while I was working as a janitor?"
"Fine. Come with me. Before you officially join, there are still a few things we need to ask you."
Interrogation room, office, murder scene, Capitol Building, White House, European office, air force base, Buckingham Palace, airport, Pacific Ocean...
Schiller slowly withdrew his hand and said softly, "Falling into Amanda's hands wasn't so bad, was it? At least you only had to put up with her."
There was movement behind him. He turned around and saw the open door to the back kitchen. After walking through it, he found the same machine again. He placed his hand on it once more.
An icy wind howled in his ears, accompanied by faint groans of pain. Schiller stepped out of the tent and saw homeless people all around him, their eyes numb. A fierce hunger rose within him as well.
Schiller raised his foot and walked toward the direction with the richest colors. Bright and hazy, bizarre and fantastical. He grabbed the man by the throat and pinned him down in the alley.
"Let go! Let go! You...