"You were part of the organization that made the virus, weren't you?" he asked the shivering man as he held his dagger to Scarface's knee, pressing it in lightly, not enough to break his skin, just enough for him to feel the sharp thing close to him. "I don't know what you are talking about… ahhhhhh," he screamed when Eagan put more pressure on the dagger piercing his skin as blood oozed out. "Wrong answer," Eagan said like a teacher correcting his student "now let's try again, are one of them, aren't you," he asked, daring the man to lie to him again while placing the dagger on the other knee. "Ah, yes! Yes! I am one of them!" he answered, nodding his head vigorously as he did so "That wasn't so bad, was it? Eagan teased "And you were also in on my parent's death?" he continued. "Damien and Esther," he added. "Yes, it was the order we had to follow; I like your father, Damien …. He was a good student, but they were getting in our way, and we were asked to kill them… I didn't mea
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