The New BlackWatch Recruits

(3) I Don't Believe You

My mouth was dry and stinky. When I got up I nearly threw up from all the dizziness. "God..." I drawled, dragging a hand down my face. My clothes were changed to the one's Angela usually give to her patients. They probably stripped me of my clothing to keep me from concealing any hidden weapons.

I looked around and noticed the two sets of bunkbeds. This the room where me and the others are staying. I wonder how long I've been knocked out?

Remembering the thumb drive, I suddenly felt around my mouth with my tongue. Nothing. "DID I SWALLOW IT?!" I exclaimed out loud.

"Swallow what?" Gabriel asked as he walked in the room.

I tensed, plastering a smile that no doubt looked guilty. "Ah hah... Nothing?"

He brought a small tray with him. "Mhmm, sure." He sat next to me, placing the tray of food to the side. "How are you feeling?"

"Well, surprised I'm not dead." I answered honestly. "I thought Morrison might have burried my body alive and called it an accident afterwards."

He smirked. "He's not a bad guy."

"From personal experience, I can't say I believe you." I replied, crossing my arms. "I could never get along with someone who arrested me to begin with..." I spat.

"Well why were you bombing a jewlery store?"

"They had nice chokers!"

"Ever thought about BUYING them?"

"No. That's too boring."

"Ahh, well there's also the fact that you're a terrorist."

"Terrorist is such a strong word..." I trailed off. "I prefer Girl who enjoys getting what she wants while terrorizing people in the process."

"That's a terrorist."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay well I'm not the bad kind!"

"There's a good kind?"

"Well, no... But at least I didn't kill anybody!"

"You have gravely injured 397 people in your bombings."

"Okay, but are they dead?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "A prodigy bomber--a junker, no less." He said. Then he looked to the door which held all four of our wanted posters. Mine was on the top. "No relations discovered, and you're a victim of one of the destruction to the Australian attack."

"If you wanted my autograph, you should've asked BEFORE Morrison put me in cuffs." I sighed, plopping back on to my bed. "How come you're not different towards me...? You know, like all rude and mean to me like Jack and some of the others are?"

"I've dealt with death-row criminals before. You and the other three girls are nothing like them. You guys just grew up in a bad neighborhood around bad people at a bad time." He said with a shameless shrug, "Besides, all of you have never been involved in any type of murder or homicide. That alone was the silver lining that grant you a job at Blackwatch than being hanged."

"They still do that? That's sooo the renaissance era."

"Not my point."

I gave a shrug, "You're very optimistic, but you're also very stupid."

"Oh?"

"Recruiting convicts in the notorious Overwatch facility? Because having criminals access to that type of weaponry and information is sooo safe."

"I told you, I personally look into who will be given the opportunity to work here for Blackwatch."

"But why? I'm pretty sure their are a bunch of goody-toe-shoes just waiting at your doorsteps."