Outlaw

I.

Do you know what luck is? For some people, self-confidence is a needle in a haystack or the hardest puff after a year of abstinence from nicotine. And for some, it is a bowl of gold coins with a magical Patrick in a jump and a genie in a lamp. For me personally, luck is the fastest piece of bark in the entire Bermuda Triangle, somewhere at the bottom near the Titanic.

For some reason, recently, luck began to pass by me, most likely, suddenly understood that I am problematic and it is better not to deal with me. I infect problems even with airborne droplets. I wonder how those who I slept with doing?

That is why I am now standing in a "hands up" position and smiling with two rows of white teeth and carefully throwing the M5 out of my hands. No, this is not a yoga class. This is the real scribe.

I was immediately pointed at by a pair of cute Kalashnikovs, which looked unremarkable, but very discouraged. My knees trembled, and the smile immediately slipped from my cute innocent face. The flashlights were pointed straight at my face, from the box of decommissioned weapons there was a loud clanging behind me, closing. That's when you are, of course.

— Agatha Harris, you accuse for suspicion of complicity and supply of a large illegal gang! — I didn't even have time to say a word, when they immediately twisted and hammered my face into the wall, roughly handcuffing me. The pain went all over my face, causing me to cry out loudly. The FBI will get it back to you. Have you heard of karma?

Twitching, I realized that this should not have been slide. The handcuffs tightened and snapped even harder, which made me scream at the top of my lungs right into the wall, which echoed throughout the factory building.

— Stop twitching! Anything you say will be used against you in court! — growled the policeman behind me and roughly dragged me to the exit.

101 Venture St, New York, USA
3:00 am.

I like the different types of people at three in the morning. So vulnerable and evil. In this types, my lawyer has been catching for the fourth day already, dropping charges of initiating a criminal case. I have never experienced the way I feel now. Right now, my destiny may come true, which, apparently, was connected with my very birth. Fatal interrogation.

How can a major mistake in your life be realized? And I told him that it was too dangerous and the price would be too high. What is he? "Honey, this is a very important deal, and if we don't review the material, we can't move forward..."

He promised me that if something did not go according to plan, he would definitely help me. And where was he? He drank rum with a deputy, the girl himself and a fortune, even though he himself was not put behind bars.

Dumbass, because of your smuggling, I'm now sitting here in a small interrogation room with a tall officer standing across from me talking to someone on the phone while my lawyer tries not to get lost somewhere in the New York airport. And two closet gnomes stand on either side of me, afraid that I will take a grenade launcher from my back pocket and bomb the hell out of here. But we could get a million dollars, which could help to stand up straight, and if someone noticed, they would bribe.

Yes, they are all bought bastards in your congress! Former state attorney spoke! And what happened to him? A man disappeared out of the blue. It's time to stop trusting people so much, because it will never lead anyone to good.

Mom said once: "Always think before you do, and be sure to pay attention to seemingly innocent and useless signs that can help you along the way and save your life."

Without her, it was difficult and painful. And the fact that her body was never found breaks my heart. Oh, dear mother, if only you were here now.

My knees and elbows are shaking, nausea is creeping up my throat, and the thought of my imminent imprisonment only exacerbates everything. The cold went all over the body when the officer hung up the call and left the office, doing it so pretentiously, as if he was walking along the red carpet.

Five minutes later, another officer entered the room without even looking at me. The second officer came in a couple of seconds later, sat down at the table across from me. The head of the first officer was lowered all the time and I could not see his face.

It was useless to peer at the piece of meat that sat in the middle of the whole room; the officer did not even look in my direction, as if he was hiding to intrigue me.

So, we must remember what my stepfather taught me. This is certainly not a court, but it can also work. Although no. This is a kind of judgment. If you teach everything as if I was forced, I can brush off the arrest at least until the next court. Most likely, they will not quickly arrest me, they will pull out the information of the gang in order to catch them all alive. Everyone here is kind of a jerk.

Whoever asks you questions, the judge, the defendant or third parties, they must be answered confidently and insensitively, as if you are not at all in court and you are not a walking killer-cyber-thug. Keep in mind that most often they want to imprison you innocently because of some kind of benefit. That is why the judges will ask for any circumstantial evidence of your guilt, or make them themselves.

In many jurisdictions, the law provides for a difference in crimes, with the aim of imposing a fair punishment, taking into account the gravity of the crime committed. In this regard, judges apply both generally established penalties and their combination. In my case, this will be the first ever "innocent" behind the Cyber ​​American Mafia.

Do not be scared of Agatha; we will dupe them all and dump them someplace in France since they are all so stupid. Yeah, Harris, they've been trying to catch you for four years now... I can image how glad they will be when they lock you up; I'm psychologically prepared for this. Yet, who am I fooling, how can you psychologically prepare for life in prison?  

— Agatha Silver Harris, you are accused of complicity with a large illegal gang, — the officer spoke loudly, turning over the pages in some yellow folder.  —  According to the documents received by the New York department about your past prison escape, we can accurately list the crimes that you committed over the course of four years moving around the territory of different countries, — The man finally raised his head and looked at me, and I, I think I saw joy in his eyes?!

I was so puzzled that I completely forgot where I was. The man continued to look straight into his eyes, smiling at the corner of his lips. 

— The first arrest was recorded in March 2019, on suspicion of smuggling across the ocean. We know you used costly measures to resupply the group. That is, your methods were inexplicable. Also, we know that in July 2020 you escaped from a prison in Boston, where you were sent after a high-profile arrest at the airport and a serious trial, —  The man stopped, loudly slamming a large folder with white sheets of paper. He looked at me with an animal look, like a beast looking at prey. There was contempt and hatred in his eyes. Hmm, Agatha, and what did you expect to gain through punishment since everyone already knows who you are and what you are hiding? Lying is pointless since it will simply make your position worse.

— Miss Harris, you have a chance to reduce the term issued by the court or not even get it, — looking at me from under his brows with a hint of a hint, the officer cleared his throat. — Do you agree, Agatha Silver Harris, that from 2018 to 2022 you committed the crimes listed below; transporting illegal substances across the ocean, illegal production and sale of weapons, supplying a brothel, currently unknown murders, participating in illegal transactions and transfers of illegal substances and materials, as well as a whole list of what you have been dealing with all this time? — Now, at this moment, everyone in the room stared at me and frantically waited for my answer, looking contemptuously. The first officer twirled the pen nervously in his hands and tapped his forefinger on the wooden tabletop.

— I, Agatha Silver Harris, confirm that all the words spoken are the purest truth and independently surrender to the verdict! — It's time to start taking responsibility for your actions, although they were not as bad as you might think.

Looking at the officer, I exhaled loudly, hiding from everyone. With my words, I shocked not only my lawyer, who at that moment entered the interrogation room, but also everyone who was staring at me as if I were undressed. All at once fussed. It turned out inconvenient.

— Agatha Harris, where is your father, Pint Oristern, now? — the first officer grinned rubbing the bridge of his nose, and the second yawned, thrusting his left hand into his pocket.

— Firstly, he is not my father, but my real father died! Second, I won't say anything else! I blurted out sharply, fidgeting in the iron chair.