Agent Arizona: Season 15

Rigged

"Name, rank, serial number, that's all your getting from me." Sarge snaps at Dylan and Jax as they interview him. 

"Well, that's a good place to start." Dylan agrees. "I have no idea what your actual name is. Every record I ever found just says "Sarge."" 

Sarge squints his eyes at them accusingly. "I see right through your ploy clear as glass." 

"There is no ploy. I just don't know your name." 

"Ha! You THINK you'll just butter me up! When I least expect it: Whambo! You pry open my mind prison and suck out my brain beans! Well, I'm not falling for it. I'm ooooold past the interrogation game. Pay attention, missy! You might just learn a thing or two."

Dylan shakes her head. "Well, if we're not going to talk, we can just cut. I don't why you asked for this interview." 

"To keep an eye on you." Sarge states. "Y'see Temple and Surge don't trust you. They sent me to find out what you know, so while you think you're interrogating me, I'll secretly be interrogating you to find out what you know about them. Haha! Oh no." 

Dylan widens her eyes. "...What?" 

Sarge mentally slapped himself. "I, uh, I realize now that I've just spilled all my brain beans...oh, dagnabbit, you're good!" 

"Please, if you could just...tell me your name?" 

"I underestimated you. The student has become the teacher. Touché." Sarge then begins to howl like a wolf. 

Dylan sighs quietly and walks in front of Jax, who is currently rolling. "Just cut, Jax." 

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Tucker enters Temple's office, helmet in hand. Temple is standing behind his computer with his helmet on his back. He has black cropped hair with dark green eyes, along with a five'o'clock shadow. 

"Tucker! Thanks for coming in!" 

"No problemo. What's shakin'?" 

Temple rubs his hand through his hair. "This feels a little awkward, but I-I wanted to express my gratitude and admiration for you, and your amazing performance back at the gulch." 

"Temple, we just met, so I should let you know that flattery isn't going to get you anywhere. You can't butter me up! ...But do go on."

"That was the coolest thing I've ever seen, man! You fight like a freelancer! It was like I bore witness to a bright star of hope, shone through the clouds amidst a dark and terrible whirlpool!" 

"Mm, I don't think I've been called a star before, but, if the shoe fits..." Tucker shrugs. 

"This fight has felt so hopeless for us." Temple sighs. "What we're going up against, I-I mean we're just a bunch of dumb rejects hurling ourselves against impossible odds. You give us.....you gave me, a real sense of hope.

"Well, it's not the first time I've helped a bunch of helpless people in need." Tucker chuckles. "I'm just doing what I do best. Well, second best, if you know what I mean." 

Temple laughs. "Oh, you know I do. Sex, right? Yeah, uh, the other thing I-I wanted to bring up is perhaps a bit more sensitive, uh, it's about that reporter." 

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Dylan? There's nothing between us." 

"What do you really know about her?" 

Tucker rubs his chin. "Mmm...not much, she kinda helped out a little bit." 

"Yeah...I just worry about her agenda." Temple seethes. "I mean, those journalist types, they don't care about real people. They just care about selling their stories and getting their book deals and leaving us plebs to our fate. We're kinda like lab rats to them!"