Mission was Taken DNF

Magoa

Magoa

(n.) a heartbreaking feeling that leaves long lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions. (Pronunciation: Mah-Go-aa)

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   "Wait, wait. So you're telling me that you didn't even know that your boss is a mass murderer apart of a huge gang of other mass murderers?" Sam's voice strains in disbelief as I enter the dimly lit back room. I close the bulky door behind me and look through the one way window, revealing Sam, one of our best investigators, failing to get anything out of George, who's sat opposite of Sam in a metal chair. A light shines brightly down on them both as they bicker back and forth, getting nowhere. George's arms crossed in front of him as he looked around the room. He looks at the window that's only a mirror on his side, but somehow we manage eye contact.

   Ant turns around, meeting me with a kind eye. He looks to have been watching this morning debate for a few minutes, coffee in his hand, steam dispersing into the cold air of the room.

   "Anything?" I ask him, taking slow steps closer to the window. Ant just looks away from me, back into the room, and shrugs before taking another sip of his coffee. A sigh leaves my mouth, which is still dry from my sleep only minutes before coming down here, desperate for answers. I'm unsure how much longer I can watch this useless argument of 'you had to have known' but just as I've decided to get some breakfast from the upper floor kitchen, Sam stomps out of the room, probably frustrated with himself more than our hostage. Ant sighs and rests a hand on Sam's shoulder once he's standing by us at the window.

   "I feel like I was so close to getting something! So close!" He leans against the counter just under the window, crossing his arms across his chest and looking at the both of us.

   "I'm sure you will get something out of him soon, just give him time. He seems pretty weak as is." Ant, being a good friend, tries to assure, but Sam just sighs angrily. Ant looks at me, "Don't you think, Dream?"

   "Uh, yeah sure." Sounding distant, I know it isn't a very good lie. Ant smiles before taking his hand off Sam and leaving the room, abruptly. I look at the half empty coffee cup he forgot to take with him. Sam just laughs, throwing me off a little.

   "'Yeah sure'? Wow, that really makes me feel better." He rolls his eyes and grins up at me sarcastically. I can't help but chuckle at his retort, I knew I should have just been honest, but I wasn't entirely paying attention. How could I? George was in the room behind Sam, just exploring. He had gotten up from the metal chair he had been in and was checking out the files left on a table in the back corner of the room. Genuinely confused, he flips a paper front to back several times, his eyes squinting at the fine text.

   "Sorry, Sam, but I don't think he actually knows what's going on. What if he's completely innocent?" I confess, glancing back at Sam who looks at me like I've gone insane. "I mean, just look at him." Sam turns once I've pointed over at George, still scrounging through the papers.

   "Okay, maybe he does look a little lost." Sam gives in, but his face still proves he doesn't quite believe it. A beat of silence hits us as we both examine George's body language. I can tell Sam wants to understand this guy better than he understands himself, but I don't know if he can do it. Yes, Sam is literally the best at getting people to talk without violence, but he also can be quite the critic of himself. I swear he must set a ten minute timer in his head and if the alarm goes off, he's failed.

   "I'm leaving, I'll try later when I actually can think straight." He states, chuckling more to himself than anyone. Getting up I hear him exhale as if he's draining the tension in both of the rooms. Before he's about to exit, he faces me; his lips in a thin line, "Don't think of doing anything stupid." Then he leaves me, alone, the bulky door shutting briefly behind him and his steps down the hall getting quieter. He's one hell of an interrogator if he could tell I wanted to do something just by the way my eyes bounced from George to the coffee cup Ant left on the counter. Even though I would normally nod and listen to him, I'm still going to do what I want. Just this once, I tell myself as I too leave the back room. I look down the hallway, my eyes meeting with the locked door leading into the room George was in.