The Call (a TMNT fanfiction)

Chapter 22: Questioning

"It wasn't your fault," I say. "Some things are just out of our control."

Gavin sighs. "But there must've been something we could have done. We should have destroyed it right on the spot. As soon as we could. But we didn't." He's beating himself up about this.

"It's the past now," Mallory insists, shaking her head. "All we can do now is try as hard as we can to find the person who stole it."

"I just don't know how somebody could find out how dangerous the substance was. Nobody knew besides the others in the lab," he says, his eyebrows drawn together.

"Then one thing's for sure: you either have a spy from the outside, or a traitor on the inside," I say grimly. 

Gavin is about to respond, but the officer next to him taps his shoulder.

"Thirty minutes are up," the gruff voice says.

Gavin watches us through the glass window that separates us from the horrible place Gavin and Jenna reside. They don't belong here. They look so out of place.

As I push through the streets pressing my way towards the Headquarters, I clutch the piece of paper that Gavin had given me, with the info of his parents' contact information on it.

"Alexandra," Serena says when I walk in through the doors, almost like she's been waiting for me. "What did you find out?"

"I went to the prison and Gavin told us that no one else outside the lab knew about the substance, which means they either have an eavesdropper or a traitor," I repeat what I had said to Gavin.

"Anything else?"

"No," I admit, sheepishly.

Serena purses her lips, and I can tell she's disappointed I didn't find out more. But she doesn't complain.

"This information should do for now," she decides.

Once she's gone, I turn to the Profile Reports on my desk. Again, I find a Dark Angel one.

Name: Xander Nicholas
Age: 19
Height: 5'11
Hair Color: Black
Eye color: Green
Gang: Dark Angels

"Whoa...is that a Dark Angel profile report?" I turn my head to find a guy I semi-recognize. He's tall with red hair and green eyes. "Sorry, I probably look like a snoop." I shake my head, and try to remember his name.

"No, it's okay. It's actually the second one I've found in the last few days," I say, handing it over to him. While I wait for him to read it, I keep trying to remember his name.

Tyler? I'm not sure. If he knows me, I don't want to seem like a jerk for not knowing him.

"Wow." He hands it back to me. "What did the other one say?" He definitely looks like a Tyler.

"I don't remember," I say. "Something about the guy being the nephew of Sullivan Castillo." I tilt my head to think some more. Taylor? Or Tyler? Or neither? I inwardly sigh.

"His nephew?" Tyler/Taylor's eyes widen in surprise. "Wow--the Headquarters are getting better and better at discovering things."

"My same thoughts," I agree, right as someone shouts, "Hey, Tanner! Come look at this!" My redhead co-worker waves his hand to say goodbye to me and approaches the voice that called him. His name is Tanner. I was close.

A soft ringing fills the air.

"Hello, this is Agent Alexandra," I answer, picking up the phone.