
The awkwardness felt so real in the air as Jormac sat inside Fisa's house, wearing the clothes given to him. He felt very uncomfortable, as if all the sun was on it.
Fisa watched Jormac sharply, feeling his discomfort. Coldly, he said, "You should wear those clothes. There's no other choice."
Jormac had no choice but to follow Fisa's orders.
After they sat together in the quiet living room, Jormac finally decided to ask for an explanation. In an anxious voice, he said, "Sorry, I feel very stranded in this situation. Can you tell me what's really going on?"
Fisa looked at Jormac intently, then finally willing to give an explanation. "My name is Fisa McLanne" he said seriously. "And I too am someone whose fate is as bad as yours."
Jormac raised his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean? I don't understand what's going on at all."
Fisa explained in a calm voice, "We are both victims of that fake police station. They kidnapped us and put us in this prison on false charges. They're looking for information we don't have."
Jormac. This is an amazing confession. "But why do they do it? And how do you know everything?"
Fisa took a deep breath before answering. "They are a very powerful and dark organization. They are looking for someone they believe has access to the information they want. Like us, but unfortunately, they're on the wrong foot."
Jormac tried to process all the information he had just heard. This was a truly extraordinary situation, and he felt like he was caught up in a spy story. "But why did you help me get out of jail? And what do you want from me now?"
Fisa looked at Jormac seriously. "Now, we have to work together. They won't stay silent after we escape. We need to find out more about this organization, and how we can clear our names."
Jormac nodded, despite still feeling very awkward in this unusual outfit. "I agree. I don't want to live in the shadow of these false accusations. How are we gonna get started?"
Fisa smiled, even though it was a very rarely seen smile on her serious face. "We're going to start by finding out more about the organization, then uncovering the secret behind the fake police station."
Then Fisa said firmly, "I want you to stay at my house, Jormac."
Jormac heard the request and was suddenly shocked. He asked, "Are you serious?"
Fisa looked at him seriously and replied, "I'm very serious. I've even brought your things to my house."
Jormac, hearing that his belongings had been brought to Fisa's house, asked, "Why don't you just give me my clothes to wear?"
However, instead of getting an answer, Fisa looked at him sharply and asked back, "Is that really important to know?"
Jormac felt stunned and finally decided not to pursue the question further. Perhaps it is better to focus on the more important explanations of the moment.
"I understand" answered Jormac briefly.
Then Jormac continued, "Alright, I'll stay with you. Then what do you know about this organization, and what do they want from us? What tasks should I do?"
Fisa began to explain, "This organization is called '1000x Nuclear.' They are a very powerful and dangerous group, dealing with classified information, espionage, and many other dark things. They have a connection to that fake police station."
Fisa continued, "The police station has a very large basement, which is used as a secret prison. The prison down there is much wider and more horrific than we have ever experienced in the main building. They'll do everything they can to get the information they want."
Jormac listened seriously, trying to digest all this information. "But why am I only being held in the main building?"
Fisa replied, "I think it's because they don't know exactly what they're looking for in the information you have. But if we want to uncover the secret behind all this, we have to work together and find out more."
Jormac shook his head and complained, "I still don't understand much about all this."
Fisa's cold gaze instantly made Jormac speechless. She feels that she has touched Fisa's sensitive limits, and she doesn't want to upset him.
Jormac felt guilty and immediately apologized to Fisa for his complaint. "Sorry, Fisa," he said humbly, his eyes showing sincere regret.
Fisa looked at him sharply, making Jormac feel tense. However, after a few seconds, Fisa's facial expression loosened slightly, and she finally nodded. "Alright, I forgive you," he said in a slightly lighter tone, though still serious. "But now, we have to focus on our goals. I need you to find out more about the office you work in. I'm sure there's something related to that that that's causing them to target you. Remember, we must uncover the truth and clear our names."
Jormac was relieved to hear that he still had a chance. He knew that this was a second chance that should not be wasted. "I'll do it, Fisa. But, what do we actually know about these organizations, and why are they so powerful?"
Fisa replied solemnly, "They are 1000x Nuclear Organizations. They have enormous power and resources. Their primary mission is to gather confidential information from a variety of sources. And they won't stop until they get what they want."
Jormac heard the explanation in awe, though he felt increasingly worried about how dangerous this organization was. "How can we face them? What do we do?"
Fisa thought about Jormac's question for a moment, then said, "We'll start by finding out more about the office where you work. I'm sure there's something they're looking for there, and we need to uncover it. We also have to find out more about the dungeons they have, where torture happens."
Jormac nodded, absorbing all that information. He felt his determination getting stronger, even though he knew that this trip would be very dangerous. "I'm ready, Fisa. I want to change everything and prove my innocence."
Fisa nodded in understanding. "Alright, I'll make a plan and please execute my orders well!"
"I understand!" jormac replied firmly.
They both began to plan their plans. Figuring out what really happened in the office where Jormac worked will be their first step in uncovering the truth behind these false allegations.