𝘼 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮
Missy "Candy" Davis. Trained by her adopted father before he was murder in an mysterious hit and run. Unable to cope with his death, she took up a job for ridding the world of evil people. From the grimy and dirty pol...
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Marquez slowly pulls in front of the police station. He curses under his breath and lets out a long sigh. The man turns around to look at her, looking over her current state. It made her nervous when he did, maybe he already saw through her terrible acting.
"I'm going to need you to put my jacket over your head again." he tells her. "I know it's too much, but we can't show your face yet. Not until we question you."
"Question me? Why?" she asks too fast, "I mean, I'm kind of tired and hungry, and-"
"Missy," Marquez says firmly. "We'll get you something to eat and some rest. First we need to get inside the building. So whatever you do, don't say anything to the reporters. Okay?"
The girl nods her head and puts the jacket over her head. She could hear Marquez turn the car off before getting out. After a few seconds of waiting, the door on her side opens, and she is quickly pulled out of the car by the man. In her opinion, she was completely manhandled out of the car. She tried to move her feet as fast as she could, ignoring the reporters like Marquez told her to. With only a few feet left before they get to the entrance of the station. Marquez told one of the officers to take her to the interrogation room. Missy made the mistake to look back, but she wanted to know where he was going. It seems like he was going to make a statement himself.The man that escorted her to the room, was gentle, almost as if he didn't want to hurt her. This was good for her though, it gave her time to calm down, because she had a feeling that they might be questioning her, but she didn't think they would do it right away. When she's finally in the room, she knows being watched. She had to be careful not to talk out loud or look suspicious. Missy sat down in the car, and covered herself with a Marquez Jacket, as if she's scared and cold. Trying to still keep up the acting. Missy's right leg anxiously bounces as she waits in the room with no windows and cameras.
Even though she had only been there for a couple of seconds, it felt like hours. Looking at the clock, she watches the time pass. A couple of seconds turn to minutes, and minutes turn into two hours. Missy spent two hours in that room before she heard the door behind her open. The smell of hot fresh food filled her nose. Missy's stomach instantly growls as an officer sits the food in front of her on the table.
"I hope you like steak tacos." The man laughs a bit and sits a cup of water beside her. "Mister Marquez will be with you shortly. Please eat and rest until then."
Right, they weren't doing this to break her, they were doing this because she asked for rest and food. She just needed to calm down, maybe the food could help. After eating and drinking the water they have given her, she felt a bit better. The food kind of made her sleepy, not being able to eat like she used to eat really took a toll on her energy. However, she knew she couldn't sleep, even if they wanted her to.
