Geronimo Stilton: INTERPOL-Trouble In France: An Old Enemy Returns

The Return Of An Old Enemy

Interpol National Central Bureau - Paris
0827 hour

We took Dubois and ourselves to the NCB in Paris. Took us long enough because of typical Paris traffic, and a road rage near the Arc de Triomphe left us stranded in traffic for ten minutes. When we got there, WE had to stop and break it up.

At the NCB, they took Dubois to the interrogation room in the underground levels, while we were on the third floor, the squad room, setting up shop in one of the guest bullpens available. It was mildly busy with people going here and there, and it was surprisingly quiet but with a few office sounds like ringing phones. It was bright inside because of the tinted skylight, and I agreed to the initiative they did to conserve energy.

"We know what to extract her of, and we're going to get it by any means necessary because we know that she wouldn't talk," Geronimo stated during pre-interrogation.

"ANY means necessary?" Colette said mischievously, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. Based on her accent, I can tell that she's a type of Technologist operative who seems to care about their so called 'cause', in other words, an extremist. And although she is actually paid, she takes it as a bonus. Therefore it should be tough for her to crack open. But I intend to get those designers back safe and sound. Including Julie, Colette."

"First, we need to know who she really is," Thea stepped up. "We all heard, she changed from a French accent to British. So it's obvious she's not who we think she is."

"Agreed. Thea, Danny, Hussein, and Russell, you're coming with me to observe. The rest stay here and observe from the wall-mounted flatscreen."

Just as we were about to move, Colette reached out her arm and grabbed Geronimo by the shoulder. "Hold on..."

"What's the matter, Colette?" Geronimo asked.

"I think... I should interrogate her."

"You? Are you sure?"

She crossed her arms. "You sound doubtful of me, Geronimo. Have you forgotten zat I was trained by your sister?"

Geronimo looked at her as he thought about it. He was thinking that if she was mentally stable enough to control her emotions during the interrogation, especially after the abduction of her dear friend. Thea bumped him in the side. "C'mon, G! Give her a chance!"

He continued to stare at Colette, and Colette traded her darling puppy eyes with him. "S'il vous plaît?" she pleaded.

"Is your mental state stable? Because I don't want you to get all personal with the suspect."

"Trust me, we'll have all we need to know and you won't regret this."

He paused again. "I trust you. We need what's her actual identity, what their plan is, and where are the women. Got that?"

"Oui, Capitaine," she complied in French.

"C'mon. We've got six women to save."

We began to move, and the Thea Sisters wished their friend good luck in her first interrogation.
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Interrogation Room/Observation Room

Colette entered the interrogation room right away as soon as we arrived. "I don't about this, Stilton. By the looks of her face, she looks enraged," Russell analyzed, spotting through the one-way glass

"Don't worry, she's got it all under control," Thea assured.

Colette shut the grey door behind her, glaring at Dubois longly and with a hint of silent fury as she made her way to the chair opposite of her and the wall. She pulled her metal chair and sat down, with her arms crossed and legs crossed, one on top of the other. The dull beige room was dimly lit by an unchanged fluorescent light, and we definitely felt the tension in the air building up as Colette's scowl got tighter. They both gave each other their looks as we kept our attention locked on them, and it went on for sixty seconds. Nothing but silence, breathing, and the staring.