[ WP ] In a totalitarian dictatorship , a revolutionary group appears to overthrow the regime , but they are actually agents to locate enemies of the state .

`` Looks like it's just the three of us,'' Kazahov said. `` We'd better begin. Lynn?'' 
 
 Lynn nodded and stood up. `` If there's only the two of you, it's a disappointment - but my orders are my orders.'' She pulled a pistol out and aimed it at me. 
 
 I twisted my body to the side, reaching behind me for the pistol in my waistband. It was quicker to aim it at Kazahov, and I was desperate. `` Move, and he dies!'' 
 
 Lynn laughed. `` Fine,'' she said. `` I've got no problem with that.'' 
 
 Kazahov growled. `` I do,'' he said. Flexing his wrist, he snapped a gun out of his sleeve. It aimed right at Lynn. `` *I* have a problem with that.'' 
 
 We eyed each other. `` What did you mean by *orders? *'' I asked, still training my gun on Kazahov - not because I wanted to shoot him now, of course. I just did n't dare move. 
 
 `` Officer Lynn Petronovich,'' she said. `` MSF. You're both coming with me.'' 
 
 `` No shit?'' Kazahov said. He turned the gun on me, too. `` I'm MSF, too. Brantaclava division, precinct 43, under Fintchez.'' 
 
 The two of them grinned at me, smugly. `` Well this is going to piss you off,'' I said. `` MSF. Splitchnick division, precinct -'' 
 
 `` Oh, come on,'' Lynn muttered. 
 
 `` You're kidding me,'' Kazahov followed. 
 
 `` -33, under Plaznihov.'' 
 
 Nobody had dropped a weapon yet, but Lynn did say, `` I know Plaznihov. He's an asshole.'' That encouraged me. 
 
 I nodded. `` That he is. But something does n't sit right with me.'' I swung the gun towards Lynn. `` I've never heard which precinct *you're* from.'' 
 
 Kazahov followed my lead. He aimed at her. Reacting to the movement out of the corner of her eye, Lynn swung the gun towards Kazahov. `` You see what he's doing? Do n't listen.'' 
 
 Grinning to himself, Kazahov said, `` do n't worry. Something happened to me on this assignment. I fell in love with a rebel.'' He aimed back at me. 
 
 Reacting, I aimed at him. `` Traitor,'' I said. 
 
 Lynn aimed at him, too. `` I really *am* MSF,'' she said. `` Just because I did n't tell you what precinct I work for yet, does n't mean I'm not who I say I am. Phenz district, precinct 39, under Ghanz.'' 
 
 He aimed back at Lynn. `` Good,'' she said. `` Then we have exposed -'' 
 
 `` Do n't worry about me,'' he said. `` I really am MSF. I was...'' 
 
 I shouted wordlessly at the ceiling. `` Oh, come on!'' I shouted. `` Who's fucking who?'' 
 
 We fell silent, occasionally aiming at the other one every now and again. `` Anyone wanting to go for a drink?'' 
 
 More silence. 
 
 `` OK,'' Lynn said. `` OK. On the count of three, let's all say who we work for. There's two options. Three of us. If we all say the same thing, we can go get that drink. If one of us says something different, we can shoot them and the other two go home.'' 
 
 We nodded. 
 
 `` One,'' she said. 
 
 I shifted the grip on my pistol. 
 
 `` Two,'' she said. 
 
 I readied myself to move. 
 
 `` Three!'' 
 
 `` Rebels!'' We all shouted. 
 
 There was a moment of silence, like the delicious moment of indecision while a coin is spinning in the air, before the catch and revelation of heads and tails. Then we all laughed. 
 
 `` Let's go get that drink,'' Kazahov said. 
 
 Lynn put her gun away. `` I need one,'' she said. 
 
 `` Me too,'' I added. Fucking suckers, I thought, smugly. I'll arrest them later. 
 
 Wait. Did they look smug, too...?
