'I just wanna know you, tell me all your secrets, looking like you need it.'
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Chapter 6: Amusing Interviews.
Lilly was in a room, by herself, with nothing apart from a table, with two chairs and a cup.
It was a white room, with a single (locked) door and a mirror.
She sat at the table, annoyed that she was encaged in yet another cell.
She thought that S.H.I.E.L.D would be different.
Right now they were kinda proving her wrong.
They called it an interrogation room, but Lilly saw no difference.
It was still a place they put her in, and called it 'saving'.
The door opened with a loud bang, and Lilly jumped.
"Sorry!" 225 winced, letting out a sheepish smile.
"Oh, no, no it's okay. Anyways, so who is interviewing me?" Lilly asked, rocking back on her chair.
"I am! Aren't you lucky?" 225 said, flicking some hair over her shoulder.
"Mmmm, debatable." Lilly replied in a song song voice.
225 stuck her tongue out at Lilly, and took the other other chair.
She was dressed in the same attire as the rest of the agents, and she scanned Lilly with the sky blue eyes that always seemed to be filled with restrained excitement. Her golden hair billowed our around her, giving off a calm aura and a sense of normalcy.
Lilly remembered their first meeting.
The girl stretched her hand out towards Lilly. Gunshots echoed in the cells, and bounced off the bleak walls, making Lilly hide further in the walls.
"Come on! You need to get out now!" The girl urged, her eyes flashing.
"Let's start off with my name, shall we?" 225 said.
Lilly gestured for her to proceed with her hand.
"Well, Hi, my name is Agent Brooklyn Peggy 225, and yes, 225 is my Surname. Don't ask, it's Fury's idea until I'm "ready to be told" or some sort of mysterious stuff happens." She rambled, and Lilly held back a grin at the unprofessional-ness of the situation.
"Now, let's cut to the chase, shall we?"
She leaned forwards on her seat, and rested her chin on her entwined hands.
"So, What sorts of weird and wonderful powers do you have?" Brooklyn asked.
Lilly simply answered by setting her hand alight, the bubbly-purple fire swimming between her fingers.
"That is awesome!" Brooklyn said enthusiastically.
She then raised a manicured brow.
"Why do your flames bubble?" She asked.
"Touch them and find out." Lilly said, smiling a bittersweet smile.
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