"This situation is more fucked up than we ever thought it would be." Stephen, the ISB director, said as he leaned back in the leather chair in the Justice Minister's office.
She said nothing in response, just pressed an ice pack against her nose, which was still hurting.
"I mean, what he did to the chief was like something an animal would do…no, that's not even true. At least a tiger kills to eat, but him…it was like he took true joy in it." Stephen stared at the ceiling, replaying the scene in his mind.
"How many times are you going to say the same thing?" Linda asked, glaring at him.
"What?" Stephen leaned forward. "I knew from the beginning this was going to be the worst decision we could make. But no, we thought we could 'control' him. Yeah, control my ass."
Linda remained silent, leaning back in her chair. "The real problem was Rafael's death... and Hans' death." She said, turning to look out the window. "And now, we need to kill that fucker."
