It's a promise

Chapter 32

Rylee's POV

I was pretty nervous because I was sitting in one of the meeting rooms on the highest floor of the New York quarter for nearly an hour but nobody came. They told me to wait and that was what I did right now. Waiting. I wasn't just nervous, I was totally confused by now. They called me to come immediately and that even the director of the FBI came from Washington and wanted to talk to me but now they let me wait. What happened?

The door opened and a few agents came in. I counted five. The director, my supervisor Agent Romaro and three other agents. One was from the Internal Devision and they were just called when somebody was corrupt. Was I here because they wanted information or did they suspect me of something? I stood up.

'Agent Barton.' No apology for making me wait. I looked at the director and he looked back with a blank expression. They all took seats in front of me and I felt like I was under custody. With a nod from Romaro I sat down as well.

'Do you know this man?' He showed me a picture of a very well known man who was responsible for a few of my nightmares.

'Hank Walker. He was shot in Russia.'

'Do you know who shot him?' What?

'No. I was in the same room. I hid for hours because my team couldn't find the sniper.' Were they serious? I asked them but I didn't get an answer.

'And what is with this man?' I looked at another picture.

'This is Olivier Zabelle. He dealt with weapons in Marseilles. I started to work against him but he and his men got shot a few months ago. Another team was sent to investigate. Special Agent Adam Rieker was part of that team.' I was still in contact with Adam and we kept each other updated on our lives. He was still working with Derek together and they were still after weapon dealers. Chad was sent to the middle of nowhere two years ago after the director found out about him and his daughter and the other agent.

I put my attention back to the agents in front of me and they showed me other pictures from other weapon dealers and cartels in Kiev, Madrid and one from Mexico. These were all people from my cases. What was going on?

'Do you know what they have in common?' Was that a trick question?

'I was working on all of these cases. Mexico is my current case.' That didn't seem to be the answer they wanted. 'Can you tell me what's going on and why I'm here?'

'They're all dead.' One of the agents put pictures in front of me. Scenes from the kills. It was always a massacre, especially the one from Mexico. Who did that? Why? And did this person use a sword? I didn't know that my cases all ended up like that. I was going through the cases in my head but I always worked with different people. The only thing they had in common was... me. 'Who?'

'We wanted to know that from you. They're your cases and every single person is either disappearing or was killed.' He was talking more about that but my mind was still processing. Every case I was working on and every closed case had something to do with these killings. They asked me more questions and the investigations (at this moment they could be called that) went for hours.

'You are freed from work until we can make our investigations. Don't leave the country.' They all left the room while I was still shocked. I was what?

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Steve's POV

My mind was all over the place. Quantum Realm. Time machine. I still looked at Scott but even if this sounded totally impossible it still gave me something I didn't have for a very long time. Hope.