Goons

It's just Alice and myself when the interviewers arrive. I'm sitting on the couch (which is now clean, along with the rest of the living room), in my best (which is to say, baggiest) hoodie (it's a dark green one), and a skirt that isn't quite the same shade of green, plus some socks.

When the doorbell rings and Alice answers, checks ID (I see them briefly: Secret Service badges), and lets the two guys come in, I feel distinctly underdressed. They're in black silk suits, with white dress shirts, black ties, black socks and very well shined black leather shoes. Both have dark sunglasses (which they remove as they enter; Brown Hair has blue eyes, black hair has brown), and keep their hair slightly long… which mostly hides their earpieces, which use a design that doesn't block noise from outside. One carries a laptop bag, the other a very heavy briefcase. Both are armed, but the service pistols are going to be ineffective against me: I get Damage Reduction from being a tier ten Mythic Heirophant, and recently upgraded my numbers for my armor class: They probably can't actually connect, but even if they do, they probably won't break skin. The suits hide low profile armor. But I'm not here to fight.

I stand up and walk to meet them, extending my hand, “Hi, I'm Dan.”

“Yes, I read the report,” the brown haired one reaches out and shakes my hand, “I'm agent Bravo, he's Charlie. How much did Alice explain?” No, that wasn't what was on the badges they presented to Alice. That's okay, though.

Oh, enough… “I understand you're here to evaluate if my discovery poses a national security risk, if I can be trusted not to blab, find out how to seal the entry I took, that kind of thing. Oh, and you’re supposed to kill me if you suspect I do pose a security risk.” No biggie.

“Arrest. We're supposed to arrest you if you…” Agent Bravo realizes I'm playing with him, “...okay, you got me there. So you're going to be one of the fun ones, then?”

I shrug, “I'll try. Let's get this over with…” I look at the heavy case, “Lie detector?”

“Polygraph, so…” Charlie pauses, “...pretty much. Kitchen table?”

I nod, and we go sit down. They connect the various wires and cuffs to monitor my pulse, sweat, breathing, blood pressure, and so on. I wait patiently while they do, ignoring that the men's hands linger a little longer than they should. I mean, why should I care? It's not really ME.

The other, meanwhile, connects a wire to the computer, and pulls up a program that he uses to monitor the body's vitals.

And then they start asking questions… name, sex, age, citizenship status, and so on. I answer honestly, and watch the screen through a reflection on some window glass. Then they get to the real questions.

The man NOT looking at the screen asks the questions, “So, did you go down into the facility under this property?” Not giving the name or number, huh?

“Yes,” I start the little project to make this fun.

“Did you read any classified documents?”

“No. I'm not interested in government secrets old enough to collect social security.” Ah, the guy on the screen is already starting to notice.

“Yes or no only, please,” the guy asking the questions reminds me flatly.

“Was the method of entry reproducible?”

“Please clarify: By me, or by you?”

“By you.”

“Yes.”

“Are you willing to show us the method of entry?”

“Yes.”

“...would you please quit that?” The man at the computer looks pissed.

“No,” I answer, chuckling.

“What's she…” the man asking the questions looks at the screen, and his jaw drops. Why?

I have the graphs scribbling out “Done?” in block letters, over and over. It's just a little body control. An extension of the Bluff skill. No, I don't have ranks, but it's based on my best statistic (Charisma), and between Borrowed Power for Display of Charisma, a Mythic Surge, and Divine Providence… well.

“Umm. Okay, so… that's useless,” The interviewer blinks.

“If it helps, I am being honest,” I smile, “and I did say I was going to try and make this fun.”

“You did, but… damn.” He blinks again.

“Anyway, are you ready for me to show you how I got in?” I chuckle. He left the recording unit unattended…. it's off now, they were distracted long enough for my Unseen Servant to take care of it.

“I suppose asking if you plan to sell the location to America's enemies is pointless…” Charlie shakes his head.

“You'd make a killer mole if you weren't so memorable.” Bravo shakes his head.

“I'm not. I'm also not in contact with any, and have no plans to get in touch with any. So. Ready?” I smile serenely… oh, my chest feels full. That's not good.

“Yeah, we can do that at least,” Bravo nods.

I smile, and cast… Bravo vanishes, and Charlie draws and fires at me. The shot connects, but doesn't break skin. I tilt my head, still smiling, “He said he was ready… your turn…” I cast again, and Charlie vanishes. I then cast a third time, and join them in the farm. I should maybe have grabbed Mass Teleport. Eh, whatever.

The two men are looking around, when I arrive, they both draw on me when I do… but don't fire, this time. “Do put those away,” I speak calmly, “if I wanted you dead, you would already be dead.” It's a pity this body's voice just ruins the tone. “Besides,you already shot me once, Charlie, that gun just isn't going to cut it.” Well… if they were to get enough crits in, it .might, but… eh.