Thick Blood

Chapter 5=Witches And Hitwomen

I looked in through a small TV that showed me security footage from the interrogation cell. The hitwoman was sat inside, heavily chained to a chair. Agent Brookes was also inside, a table separated him from the prisoner.

Agent Brookes had been in there for almost an hour, trying to get her to cut a deal with him for information. Sadly, her lips hadn't even twitched.

Stressed out, I could do nothing but watch as Brookes repeated the same question. "Who is the C.E.O of Carter Laboratories?"

The woman simply sniffed, stifling a snort. Brookes raised an eyebrow. He was actually good at his job. He always kept his cool, and played himself as a polite, formal character when he was quite the opposite.

Even still, Brookes wasn't going to be prying any information for a while. "I'm going in." I declared to the team as I headed towards the cell door. Cameron pulled me back. "You heard Brookes' orders. We are to stay here and keep alert."

I rolled my eyes. "Please. That woman isn't going to give up nicely. She may be an amateur at this, but she's not that breakable."

Another hand stopped me. Though, this time it was from
Agent Lewis. His fingers twitched from the faint stain of an irritant chemical spilling on them. "He's right. You don't know anything about her."

At the stroke of the thought, I turned towards Chambers. "Have you found an identity?"

Chambers winced. "Sort of. I used the fingerprint sample you got me from the scene, but, it's damaged. Not whole. I've narrowed it down to two suspects." The hacker brought up two identification cards up onto a large computer screen.

I scanned the two of them for answers. They both worked for Carter Laboratories. Apart from that, they had completely different jobs. One was a biologist, the other was an assistant to the C. E. O herself.

I twisted my fingertips gingerly. "Can you see which one checked in most recently?" I asked.

"Already ahead of you." Chambers answered her eyes darting around her laptop. "Mrs Jones checked in three and a half hours ago, never checked out. So, our mystery woman must be Miss Wright."

My brain memorised the information. "There." I told Lewis. "Now I know about her."

Pushing past the group, I forced my way through the cell door and into the interrogation room. Brookes wasn't surprised. However, he did appear rather annoyed. He didn't even bother to address me.

The hit woman looked up, a moment of fear flashed in her eyes. Then it was gone. She looked awful. Her pixie hair cut was knotty, dried out from sweat and blood. A rough bandage was wrapped around her stomach, but it was only there so her blood didn't leak over the floor. We had made it clear that it didn't matter what happened to her. To top off her image, her clothes were ripped and caked in gravel. Unfortunately, she had destroyed her communication ear piece so we couldn't trace it back to her boss.

I drew up a chair, sitting on it with the back supporting my front. "Agent Brookes here has attempted the easy way with you. He has offered you your freedom in a nice cell for your co-operation." I told her, tilting my head sidewards, as though trying to perceive her at a different angle.

Wright (the hitwoman ) hissed at me. I shrugged, because her hygiene didn't affect me. To my surprise, Wright actually spoke. " What's the difference? A cell isn't freedom."

I leaned in further. My voice quiet but stern, almost a fierce whisper. "Perhaps you think that now. But you won't soon. You see, we are a Government issued agency who tracks down the biggest and the baddest threats. A normal prison cell in a normal prison is luxury compared to what's in store for you."