ACRO

Rains

Quincy Street, Washington D.C.:

Sam and Katrina got down the car, that had pulled over in front of a tattered, old warehouse, the white paint wearing off of it. They took off their sunglasses , taking in the appearance of it, before heading towards it to open the gate.

As she pulled the tin gate open , it made a creaking sound, and revealed the interior of the shabby place. Their eyes fell inside of the warehouse, at the appearance of it, which contrasted the tattered and shabby look outside.

The place was empty, clean and tidy with a few plastic chairs stacked over one another at a corner, and a pile of  folded, white sheets placed on the topmost chair.

Sam stepped further inside, while Katrina followed, when suddenly a hand grabbed her arm. Instinctively, she used her other hand to push it away and twist the hand that grabbed her and threw her arm around the neck of the man who tried tackling her, as her free hand took out her gun.

She slammed him to the wall and pointed the gun to his forehead, only to be taken by surprise to see Harry before her.

"I'm impressed." he laughed, as Sam moved away her forearm from choking his throat, shaking her head.

"Good to have you, Agent Williams." said Harry, shaking hands with Katrina.

"Good to be here." she said.

"You're staying at Sam's, am I correct?" he asked, his eyes momentarily snapping to look at Sam.

"That's right." said Katrina, making him nod.

"Alright."

"Let's get to work, ladies." he said, and the two nodded.

"Sam, take a look. Williams, with me."

Katrina followed Harry, while Sam headed towards the stack of chairs, the only thing in the small warehouse that could pass for a clue.

Making sure, she wore her gloves, Sam picked up one of the sheets from the stack of chairs and unfolded it. It was of the length of a doormat.

"Prayer rugs." she muttered and counted their number.

"Chairs and rugs, eleven in number." she muttered, her eyes scanning the place.

"Eleven people involved." she said, as the purpose of this place started making sense to her.

A conference room.

She looked around, to see nothing else, useful enough for a clue, when her eyes fell on a small warehouse office, sealed by an iron gate with a tiny machine attached on the wall to its side, as a password lock to the gate.

"Behind this door would be the hacking source of E9, which we presume is a very advanced supercomputer." said Harry, to Katrina.

Sam walked towards them, listening attentively.
"The door is sealed with a password lock to it." he said, as Sam stopped before the door, examining it.

"Sam, head to the HQ. You're supposed to interrogate the five suspects back there. Now."

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The Headquarters of ACRO:

Sam walked out of the lockup, her hair tied up and a bottle of water in her hand, after several hours of interrogation.