Children's Games: A Story of Modern Consequence

Chapter 47

~Emilia~

"My name is Evelyn," she introduced herself, sitting down directly across from Emilia, smacking a thick wad of papers on the table. "I have a few questions. Answer them truthfully and to the best of your abilities and we'll have no problems."

Emilia froze. It terrified her knowing that this woman was so high ranked, yet clearly so corrupt. She pictured Thomas' dead body next to Rosie's, knowing that they were not that different.

There was a second person who entered the room, a man who matched Evelyn's energy perfectly. He also had long legs and muscular arms crossed over his puffy chest as he acted as a guard for Evelyn. Emilia wondered if he knew the things she had done to protect herself.

Evelyn snapped her fingers across the table to get Emilia's attention.

"I said, what is your name? Listen, stupid girl."

Her attitude was unflattering, and Emilia couldn't help but let a disgusted look wash across her face. Calling her 'girl' was just Evelyn trying to be demeaning since Emilia obviously looked to be in her early twenties. She was shocked, to say the least as the professional behaved so rudely. But she supposed that mimicking the same attitude wouldn't get her anywhere.

"Emilia," she said quickly. She mentally smacked herself on the forehead as she realised that she had now decided to go with the story she had spent hours of pain practising with Yelena.

"'Emilia' doesn't tell me much," Evelyn said, looking down impatiently as she wrote something in her file. The other guy took this as a hint and brought out a small laptop that was tucked under his arm and started typing.

"Emilia Reid," she answered better. But the way Evelyn was subtly smirking made her think that the woman already knew exactly who she was.

"What's your date of birth?"

Surprisingly enough, she hadn't practised an answer to that question. "The fourth of May 2063."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Where were you born, Emilia Reid?"

I don't know. "Box Hill, Melbourne."

"So, what made you come to this city?"

"My sister-in-law had a baby in Norseman, so I relocated here to be closer to them." I am a member of Unit 352.

The man stopped typing and nodded towards Evelyn. Emilia took it as meaning that he had found her identity in their system. Evelyn seemed relaxed now, which Emilia decided didn't tell her anything at how two-faced she seemed to be.

"What were you doing last night at around midnight?"

Ohh, so that's why I'm here. OH, SO THAT'S WHY I'M HERE!?!? "I was waitressing at George's apartment for his party last night. I think I left just after midnight perhaps," she said, trying to look thoughtful. She knew that they had left George's apartment just before midnight but hadn't left Victoria's until about thirty minutes later.

The guy holding the laptop spoke up next. "We have you here as living at the pharmacy. Do you work there?"

No, I'm actually a terrorist. "Yes, I work Mondays and Thursdays at the register." She broke out in a cold sweat as she wondered how they would know that. But quickly she remembered Anna mention that their identities were already logged into their system.

"Hmm," he nodded, turning back to the little screen. "It says here that your exemption is 'mental health related'."

"Anxiety disorder," she said looking away and blinking quickly.