Mercer's eyes flickered open, his mind hazy and disoriented. He was lying on a cold, concrete floor, his head pounding with a dull ache. As he sat up, he realized he was in a small, dimly lit room, the walls made of rough, gray concrete.
A figure emerged from the shadows, a figure he recognized all too well. "Hello, Alex," Diane said, her voice low and even. "Welcome back to the land of the living."
Mercer's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. What was Diane playing at? What did she want?
"I see you're wondering what you're doing here," Diane said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let me enlighten you, Alex. You're here because you're a threat to the Agency, and to Blackstone Security. You're a loose cannon, and it's time you were taken care of."
Mercer's eyes locked onto Diane's, his mind racing with possibilities. What was she saying? What was she playing at?
"You're the mole, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and even.
Diane's smile was like a knife, sharp and deadly. "I'm more than just a mole, Alex. I'm the one who's been pulling the strings, who's been controlling the game."
Mercer's mind was reeling with shock and disbelief. What was she saying? What had she done?
"Why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Diane's eyes glinted with amusement, her smile growing wider. "Why? Because I wanted power, Alex. I wanted control. And I got it."
As she spoke, the room erupted in chaos, the sound of gunfire and screams echoing through the night. Mercer knew he had to get out of there, had to get away from Diane and the Agency.
He sprang to his feet, his eyes locked onto Diane's, and charged at her. She was caught off guard, and he was able to overpower her, pinning her to the ground.
As he looked into her eyes, he saw something there, something that made his blood run cold. It was a spark of madness, a spark of insanity.
Diane was beyond redemption, and Mercer knew he had to stop her, had to stop the Agency and Blackstone Security once and for all.
But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something else, something that made his heart skip a beat. It was a glint of recognition, a glint of familiarity.
And then, everything went black.