Conundrum

Part 8

JessLainsley

"I am telling you, I do not know anything!!" Robin sighed, leaning her head forward, her headache still not gone.

Hidsen rubbed her temples, "I am not leaving, YOU are not leaving until you give me useful information. So far, 'I don't know' doesn't cut it."

"But I actually do not know. I told you everything I do know. I woke up in a hotel with no memory of my younger years. This woman told me my age, gave me a job and tuition for a college. She never gave me her name, who she was, anything! I am sorry... but every time I try or think I remember something, I get a splitting headache, like I do now."

"What does this woman look like?" Hidsen adjusted her glasses and peered at Robin with cold eyes.

"All I remember is... green eyes? Freckles and red lipstick. Like... bright red lipstick. But that is it."

"Any physical differences? Tattoos? Piercings?" Hidsen started writing something down on her notepad.

"I don't think so... I don't remember. She said that I was in an accident and was there to help me and get my life 'back on track'. Shortly after she left, I discovered that I could pull... water and metals from my body and turn them into things."

Hidsen leaned forward, "And you have no idea how this happened? No recollection of the accident?"

Robin sighed, "No! I told you, everything before two years ago is just.... Blank. Like, I could try to remember it, but my brain doesn't allow me. I try to remember stuff and I get splitting headaches or nausea, or both. I... I can't."

"Alright... so all you have for me is... a woman that looks average."

"She had a Roman nose... I don't really know who she was and I haven't seen her since. But she pops up in my dreams... She is really close to me, like, inspecting me. And there are bright lights and a beeping noise."

"Bright lights... that sounds like a hospital... or an operating room. Was she a doctor?"

Robin huffed and leaned back in her chair, "How many times do I have to remind you, that I DON'T KNOW!!!"

Hidsen removed her glasses and rubbed her temples, "So... we are stuck. You have no memory and no leads. You aren't very helpful."

Robin leaned forward, "Then sue me."

Hidsen's lip twitched, "Listen, we... need to figure you out. Usually those that have magic are born with it, you... you seem different. Maybe we could make use of you."

Robin's voice was low and was almost a growl, "Just no needles."

"Pardon?"

"I am not going to be prodded like some cattle. I refuse to be in a lab."

Hidsen's brow furrowed, a headache starting to form from doing that so much in the day, "You... were in a lab?"

"I... I am not sure, but when I go to the labs at school, my heartbeat accelerates and I feel sick to my stomach. My body just... responded that way, I have no idea why. Also, can I leave soon?"

"I will see what we can do. You are dangerous so that guard of yours will be with you wherever you go."
Robin fought the urge to vomit, "Him? Why? He's annoying."

"Meh, if you say so. I have to go check in with my higher ups. Agent Lockfeld will take you back to your cell."

Robin watched as Hidsen walked out through the beige door and a smiling Chase replaced her.

"Ready to go, Love?"

Robin stood and shouldered past him, "Yeah..."

Chase frowned slightly as he led Robin back to her cell and locked her in.

"I have the feeling you don't like me much."

Robin sat down on the hard bed and stared at her chipped nail polish, "You don't say, Sherlock."

Chase smiled a little and looked at her, "You know, you are quite pretty... when you aren't scowling."

Robin rolled her eyes and glared at Chase with a look that chilled blood, "Stop talking before I use my power in a way that I get on the top 10 most dangerous list."

Chase gulped as his smile fell and he turned around and stared at the wall.

.........

Hidsen took a deep breath before stepping into Vincent's office, "Good afternoon, Agent. I have more information on the Smith Case."

Vincent looked up, "Really? What is it?"

"Well, she gave me a very bad description of a woman, well, the woman who Smith said was with her when she first woke up. She also recalls bright lights and beeping sounds, that could be a hospital, or a lab. And on that note, she said labs give her a sick feeling and she cannot recall her past without a headache," Hidsen finished scanning her notes and looked up at her coworker.

Vincent sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Alright... that is not a lot. What did Smith remember about the woman?"

"Basic information. Green eyes, Roman nose, and bright red lipstick. Other than that, she does not recall any other physical factors, no tattoos, piercings, nothing."

Vincent sighed, "That could be, what? 40% of the world population?"

Hidsen nodded, "I know it is not helpful. But that is all that she would or could give me."

Vincent stared at a stain on the ceiling, "Well, on the bright side, it is more than what we had before."

Hidsen scoffed, "Are we supposed to round up the women in this city to find one possible suspect? Smith doesn't even recall the woman except for eyes and lipstick!"

Vincent shrugged, "We'll figure it out, don't worry." He smiled a little but frowned as he stared at the stain on the ceiling, just how did it get there? How did he not notice it before?

Hidsen sucked in a breath, "If you don't mind me asking... where did the other agent go off to?"

"Oh, Danh? He's at the hospital checking on stuff."

"Ah I see... Well I have other work to do. Good day," Hidsen bowed her head before walking out of the office and to her desk to check her email and input her new findings.