FBI-Agents

The detective in charge was an older guy, likely in his mid fifties with gray hairlines and a slightly blue shirt. But now there are a man in his early thirties and a woman around forty in the office. The detective is nowhere to be seen. This worries you a little since the detective was remarkably nice to you.

The man has a tanned skin, probably a Latino. His hair is black and shot cut. Unlike the detective, who was rather chubby, the man looks like he visits the fitness studio regularly. You can see his muscles under his elegant, dark blue shirt. He looks at you friendly and gives you his hand to welcome you. The woman however has a stern look and her arms crossed. She seems fit too and her business suit looks stylish. Her skin is pale.

„Greetings, miss Pike,“ the man says and shakes your hand, „I’m special agent Ronald Warren, this is senior special agent Amanda Wellington. We work for the FBI department for organized crime.“

„Means we take care of mayor targets,“ Agent Wellington adds, „like your father, his lieutenants or you.“

„Me?“ you ask irritated, „why me? I haven’t done anything.“

„Who do you try to fool, girl,“ Agent Wellington asks strict, „should I really believe the child of one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the area is a poor, innocent soul.“

„I have never seen my father,“ you answer angry, „and I have nothing to do with his actions.“

„Oh, really,“ Agent Wellington asks amused, „proof it! Show me that you are innocent!“

„I came here to help find my mothers murderer,“ you reply and try to hold back your anger, „why are you asking me things about my father?“

„Maybe you killed her herself, so you can go back to your old man and live in his mansion,“ Agent Wellington suggests and looks you deep in the eyes, „maybe you had enough of living a small apartment in a run down area. It would match all the other crimes your family did.“

„I have not …“ you scream angry but are interrupted.

„Enough!“ Agent Warren interrupts, „please calm down! Both of you. Amanda what are you doing?“

„I tried to make a criminal confess,“ Agent Wellington answers, „at least until you messed up.“

„There is no proof she has anything to do with the ****,“ Agent Warren argues, „she is a victim. A girl who lost her mother.“

„What the hell is wrong with you?“ you interrupt out of patience, „I was in school when my mother was murdered. I didn’t saw the bastard but I wanted to help because she is dead and will never come back. And all you two care about is my father who showed no interest in us since my mother left him 16 years ago. And now you put the blame on me. Where the hell is the detective who should search for the murderer? I prefer to talk to him, sine he seems to be the only one interested in the real case.“

„Calm down, miss Pike,“ Agent Wellington commands sharp, „we can only help you if you let us.“

„Fuck you,“ you yell back, „you don’t want to help me. I have no time for your shit.“

„You have time when I say you have!“ Agent Wellington replies stubborn and smashes her fist on the table, „now stay calm and sit down!“

„Make me!“ you say angry and ball your fists.

„Let us not escalate things,“ Agent Warren tries to calm down the situation but is ignored by his colleague.

„You asked for it, bitch!“ Agent Wellington says angry and takes out a pair of handcuffs.