The Prime Minister is Dead

Chapter 1

It was late afternoon and I had just returned from my class. I am a college sophomore and I am studying criminological psychology which is rather ironic since I am a criminal.

I was walking back to my college dorm from my classes when I was rudely interrupted by two men in black suits. Even though their eyes were covered by the black glasses, I could feel their gaze analyzing me. As I was approaching the older one of the two stepped forward, I think he was in charge of the two. he steps forward, extending his hand for a shake he says " Ms. black, I am the detective Scully and my partner is detective hawks, we need your help would like to talk to you in private.

I ignored his extended hand and said " forgive me detective Scully but I refuse to cooperate until you show me your batch and if this is an investigation of some i would like my lawyers to be present."

"No, ma'am this is not an investigation or questioning we would just like to talk to you in private regarding an unfortunate event that occurred recently, and we need your help for this situation" he says as he fishes out the batch from his suit pockets

"Ok. Where do you prefer to have this conversation ?"

"If it would be convenient we can go to the HQ office and talk there as the matter is rather urgent, "

I nod, stepping into the black sedan as detective number two holds the door open for me.

There are four people in the car, detective one and detective two and the driver, Scully is sitting next to me and Mr. detective two is sitting in the passenger seat, I didn't bother remembering his name since I got the vibe that he doesn't really like me. The journey to the agency headquarters was short and silent. As i we reach the gates i awe at the building i have always wanted to work here as the elite government detective or crime psychology consultant, entering the building i notice that everything is in turmoil, phones are ringing and people are rushing from one corner to another, looking at the two detectives i see that they have a terse expression on their face, giving away the fact that this not how things usually run here.

Noticing my skeptical expression, Scully motions for a glass door which leads to a small conference room saying " this way Ms. black, we can talk here." nodding i walk into the room and take a seat on one end of the table and Scully gets seated on the other end. Detective number two also follows us and stands leaning against the wall beside the door, as if keeping an eye out for any intruders.

I take a deep breath and ask the detective who is scrutinizing me from the other end of the table, " so, what did you want to talk about ?"

Detective Scully sits up straight, smoothing down his suit jacket he says, " The Prime Minister has been murdered ."

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That was chapter 1, 

I fell like I should write longer chapters and be a little descriptive, what do you think?

I will be posting the second chapter soon...

peace out 

-K