Special Force

Part 2

I asked the officers if I could watch the interrogatory of the others. I told them I wanted to know how it goes before I had to clarify. So you see, playing dumb always helps. 

Jimmy was the first one to go. "So, Jimmy Denver. Most popular dancer in the group, only 5'2 feet and original blond hair." One of the officers said while looking through papers. Jimmy nodded and the officer continued. "Grew up at the side of Nottingham, in a castle in England. And moved here for dancing in this group after your grandmother died..."

"Yes, sir." Jimmy agreed. "What happened to that castle that you earned, since your parents died in a car crash?" The officer asked. I saw his eyes getting teared up but he denied the upcoming tears. "I made it a hotel and hired a manager because I left the country. The castle is still there and has a special graveyard for every generation. Also for my parents and sister, she was born dead..." 

After a quick break of silence, the officer spoke again. "So you're on your own?" He asked. Jimmy shook his head. "No. I've got the boys. They're my family now." I couldn't help but smile at that comment from my best friend. I have to admit that I really like being together too. 

I listened to every rude question of the officers and the innocent, quick responses of my youngest friend until the officer was done questioning him. One of the other officers lead Jimmy out and took Jay into the room. "I assure you the others and I have done nothing wrong! We only try to make money for living and spread happiness around our fans." He told them. I sighed and laughed a bit. 

"Is this really that funny for you?" The policewoman was standing next to me had a very harsh voice when she spoke. "Yes. Because we're all innocent and we all don't even know why we're here." I wasn't even looking at her but I know she was staring at me like I was an assassin or something. 

"How was your childhood, Liu?" They asked. "I had a very nice childhood. My dad was a veterinarian and my mum a housewife. We had a lot of pets, mostly dogs. I really love dogs." He started smiling brightly. "I missed nothing in my childhood, I was adopted and only child because my mum couldn't have children." 

"Are your parents still alive?" The officer asked. Jay nodded. "They live together in a small apartment. I really love visiting them, but I do not really have much time." 

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Now it was my turn. The officers lead me into the room, it was bigger then it looked on camera. While the officer read the papers I saw his face frowning. "You can speak a lot of different languages?" I nodded. "I speak fluent English, Chinese, Spanish, Russian and I can write Latin," I told him. 

"Why do you speak so many different languages?" He asked. "I don't know. I just do." 

"You were born in New York, so what happened to your parents? You're just 17 so you should be living with your parents." I swiped off the sweat from my forehead. "They died in an airplane accident when I was 14. I lived on my own since then. My parents were very rich so I sold the villa and bought an apartment for myself." 

"Why didn't you search for foster parents?" The officer asked. "Because I don't want a replacement. I loved my parents. They were always there for me when I needed them. And my grandpa takes care of me from time to time." The officers sighed. "That's why the apartment is under the name of your grandpa." I nodded. "Smart..." 

"And why do you have a lot of nationalities? You've been written in a lot of systems. In the database of Russia, Spain and even the French database has your name as a civilian." I answered very calm. "Because I like traveling." 

"Why do you have a British accent if you were born in New York?" Those questions were fiercely pointed at my past. "Because I used to live in Britanië." 

"What kind of work did you do after you got back to New York?" I sighed. "I worked at a Gucci department store. They eventually took me in as a model but I didn't like the work so I started training to be a prof dancer." The officers nodded and wrote some things down on paper. 

"Even the FBI's database doesn't even have that information. Your name hasn't been written down somewhere. How's that even possible?" He asked. "I don't know. Don't look at me I don't work at the FBI." I held up my hands in the air. "Don't blame me." 

"Try to act mature, kid." The eldest officer spoke for the first time and looked me straight in the eyes. "I may be 17 but I am very mature sir," I said politely. The eldest officer rolled his eyes and leaned back to the wall. 

"I'm serious officers, I haven't done anything wrong. I don't even know why I'm here to clarify!" I was slowly getting impatient. "Why are we here? You all seem to fuck up our papers and check our past stories. What's the deal with you all?" 

"We had a hint from an anonymous person. He said he saw you right after the murder of Ellen Luna Johnson. She was killed 5 days ago. Her heart was the only thing left. The murderers left it in an alley. I think you might know this story already." The main officer didn't even look at me. He played with something under the table. 

"This is nonsense! Madness! We're just fucking dancers! Jimmy is scared of blood and Jay is scared of heights!" I got really angry and started panicking. "How the hell are you going to prove it? You have no proof at all!" 

"Well. We have. We're just unsure." The officer looked at me this time. He placed the object on the table. It was a knife. "We just need your DNA monster and then we'll see." He said.