the book (hosie)

interrogaton

"I still cannot believe they agreed to this."

Josie and Hope were walking down the winding halls of the Watchpoint. Their path took them towards one part of the base they seldom, almost never, go to. That area was the holding cells for any prisoners Overwatch takes before handing them over to their proper jurisdiction.

"I do have my way with words," Hope said with a complacent smile as she and Josie entered an elevator to take them down.

Briefcase in hand, Josie pushed the button for their desired floor. "It didn't take a lot of convincing, really. They both seemed enthusiastic." The elevator lurched and descended to the lower levels.

Hope nodded. "They're both just as passionate as we are, but this is most definitely kicking it up a few notches."

"Agreed," Josie said as the elevator stopped. The door opened, revealing a dimly-lit hall. Cells locked by energy shields ran along the length of the hallway, and at the very end was the interrogation room, where the subjects of the couple's conversation were sitting.

Getting into character, Josie asked, "So, Agent mikelson, who have we got?"

Hope pulled out a folder and opened it, revealing two dossiers. "Two individuals with ties to the terrorist organization, ethan." Josie grabbed one dossier and read:

Name: maya Lacroix (alias/callsign: Widowmaker)

Age: 33

POB: Annecy, France

Josie read the subject, maya's, record. "Hmm, a ballet dancer turned assassin. Quite a leap." She took the other dossier from Hope and read:

Lena Oxton (alias/callsign: Tracer)

Age: 26

POB: London, England

"So, did Miss Oxton just hide Miss Lacroix in her home?" Josie asked.

Hope smirked. "Oh, I think Lacroix was doing more than hiding." Both agents chuckled.

"A criminal couple? It's a new age Bonnie and Clyde," Josie commented.

Hope nodded in agreement. "Except these two are wanted by more than the United States. "

"More like the whole U.N.," Josie pointed out.

"Luckily we got to them first," Hope said. The two reached the door.

"Let's see what we can get out of them," Josie said.

Hope grasped the handle and opened the door. It was a small room with a single table inside. Sitting at that table were two women that could be described as polar opposites: one was tall and blue-skinned with long hair; her gaze was steely and unmoving. The other was shorter in stature and hair; her eyes gave away how scared she was.

"Please, I dunno what I'm doin' 'ere," the smaller one, Lena, pleaded in her Cockney accent.

Hope starred her down. "Save it, Oxton. You know damn well what you're doing here."

"Don't talk to her like that, chienne!" maya spat.

"You have no room to talk, Lacroix," Josie said. "The crimes you've committed are so heinous you'll be finding yourself sitting before the U.N. International Court." She looked up to Lena. "And the same goes for you."

Lena gasped. "Me?! B-But I didn't do anything!"

Hope set her hands on the table. "You were found harboring an internationally wanted criminal and you had knowledge of all of her activities before and after she moved in."