Surrounding Bordeaux.

Humanly Drugged. |2

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Humanly Drugged. |2

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The officer cleared his throat and looked at all of us in the room. Placing his hands on his hips, he sighed deep and swallowed hard. The break room of the super market was filled with bystanders. The door was shut for privacy and gaurded by a cop on the inside of the room as well as on the outside.

"Now, " the cop began. "I know that this is not a regular situation in this area," He paused. "so, we are trying to get this solved and under control. So with your help and participation we can get this figured out. Make sure that you state exactly what you saw or heard. That will help us alot with what exactly happend." He looked at all of us sitting at the eating tables. The cop stared at me and then began to move his eyes back across everyone else. I sighed deep in my throat.

"Now," he began again. "we are going to take you one by one and ask you some questions about what happend. We will take all your info down just in case we need to call you in for further questioning." He looked at all of us again as if trying to make sure we understood what he was saying. The cop nodded towards the back as if gesturing someone to speak. I turned around to see a skinny man with glasses and thinning hair hesitate to talk.

"I know what I saw," he answered in a shakey voice.

An elder mexican lady with huge glasses and a chubby frame retorted in broken english."Me too," She said sitting just two seats away from me. "he punch her, one time, in face." She moved her hand in a slow punching motion as if trying to make up for her broken english. The other bystanders began to swarm with agreement and commotion. The cop grew irritated and waved his hand slowly.

"No one is to speak of what they have seen until you have spoken directly to me." He said with an irritated tone. I adjusted in my seat and sighed to myself. I swung my left leg over my right and began to shake my foot. The cop looked at me and took notice to the coping mechanism that I had began to show. He scrunched his eyebrows and nodded his head slowly.

"Alright," he began again. "We will start with you," he said pointing directly at me. "and work our way to the right. If everyone participates this should go smoothly and quickly." He turned to the supervisor that happend to be on duty at the market.

"Can we use your office as a questioning room? This shouldn't take long." The supervisor nodded his head in a quick motion at the cops question.

"Sh-sh-sh-sure." He replied with a stutter. "It-it wu-wu-would be my-my-my pleasure." The cop nodded with even more irritation and scratched his chin. "Alright." He lightly said to himself. Moments later, we sat in the office that the supervisor provided for us. I sat quietly watching the cop fill out the incident report. My eyes roamed the walls of the office, large binders that withheld important information sat on dusty shelves. The cop cleared his throat roughly while he wrote. The volume of silence grew in my ears, which suddenly turned into a bell sound.

"Name?" The cop said breaking the silence. I adjusted in my chair and straightened my posture.

'Kurbi."

"Kurbi, what?" He said through a sigh.

"Kurbi MonCrief." I said softly. I spelled out my last name to help avoid any spelling errors. He nodded as I did so.

"Address?" He said sternly.

Answering in one breath. "Apartment, 714B, Deaux-thats, D-E-A-U-X, Drive, Bordeaux Texas, 01884." He wrote with a quickness.