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"I'm telling you, I don't know anything. My father was the one with direct ties to Umbrella. Not me."
"Miss Chenkov, you were there the day of the incident. Impossible you wouldn't have any motives am, I right?"
"How many times do I have to tell you, I was investigating my father's dealings with Umbrella. Possibly, if I were given the chance to further delve into my research, I would've known a lot more?"
"Tell us what you know."
"Narcotics."
She said straightforwardly.
The agent's body language forwarded signaling to Anastasia he was interested. Surely for a CIA agent, he's better to control his body language more. Typical and Easy to read as they all are, she thought.
"My father Lucius Vasiliev was one of the highest bidders for this 'new drug' Umbrella was developing. Apparently, he'd been on the waiting list in order to conduct research on his own. Once obtaining the drug, he plans to isolate the compounds in order to create a 'miracle pill' his team calls it."
The CIA agent looks at the camera set onto them both. She knew people behind the two way mirror were watching.
"Unfortunately, he including all other Russian oligarchs, was a scam. Nearing the raccoon incident, Umbrella was running out of funds. My research proved that a pattern of Umbrella's stocks plummeting occurred when they took in more patients at the Spencer Memorial Hospital for 'Free Special Treatments'. They knew they needed that cure now. They plunged all their money, finances, and withdrew stocks to obtain revenue to find a vaccine. But it was too late."
Anastasia leaned into the table locking eyes with her assigned agent in a menecing tone.
"You see, they were running out of time."
♟
After the CIA protocol of interrogating witnesses to which Anastasia calls "torture", she was given clothes to change into. A simple white t-shirt with denim jeans and brown heeled boots. she runs up to Leon's Arms after being questioned by the CIA. Leon had a brief look of relief. No matter how much they deny it, they feel safe around each other.
"What's wrong? Tell me." She pleaded. The boy she met the last 24 hours got her feeling things. Things she can't somewhat explain. They walked away from the interrogation room at CIA HQ to a nearby coffee shop. Anastasia was becoming more and more uneasy by the moment. The shift in Leon's energy made sense to her.
