Walter Beckett has been in the spy agency in Washington working with his partner Lance Sterling for three years. They are now both older and have improved themselves over the tasks they faced and the lesson that they've learned.
(Y/N) is the enemy...
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RUE
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They sat alone together for a while, planning out what they were exactly going to do. They couldn't just leave the state, nor could they talk to their older sister who could potentially be in danger. Then again, she was with one of the greatest spies, surely she would be fine; that's what Rue hoped at least. She and Anna were still so deeply worried about her, and if the police can't get ahold of Beckett soon she might as well go crazy.
"Are we really just going to sit here for the rest of winter? What about dad? W-What about Angel? She's not dead, is she?" Anna questioned through her sobs, staring at her sister's intimidating eye patch.
"Don't worry, Walter will talk to them, I know he'll do something. . . I just don't know when that will happen--A-and now I probably got Owen and his family in trouble--" The pale girl sighed, leaning her head back against the seat and pushing her hair back over her black patch. She was overwhelmed by all of this, she couldn't exactly do anything to help, all she could do is wait for her mother to pick them up since Rue didn't have a license, nor was she even trusted with a car.
"You never liked Owen anyway, " Anna pointed out, her voice cracked from sobbing and her eyes were veined red. "Why is it a problem if he got into trouble?"
"Because then he would be a suspect in the murder, even though I plainly told them that it was a specific group, they still think I might have killed our father! ME! The girl with one eye! I wouldn't think a murder would stab her own EYE!"
Her little sister tilted her head at her with a raised condescending brow. "Murders do a lot of crazy things. . . Like-- stab their own eye."
"UGH!" Rue huffed, baring her teeth as she stood, pounding her fist against the chair. "It isn't fair! None of this is fair! What did we do to deserve this!?"
It was then when a door opened, revealing a few policemen and a woman with long glossy black hair. She had tired and sad eyes, similar to Rue's, but she was way less pale. "Are we done today?" The woman asked the police with an exhausted voice. "I don't want to wait another hour or two again, I have other things to do."
"We only keep them for questioning when it's necessary, this time we'll make sure to finish our query on time, " Replied a tall officer.
"I do hope so, I have several jobs and now two other mouths to feed under my belt, " She said while rubbing her temple, motioning to Rue and Anna. "Come on now."
The sister stood up and followed Rue's mother out of the small room, her car keys dangling on her fingers while she pierced her lips. She was quite a silent lady, however, she could be very fierce and difficult when she wants to be. "I don't know why they think I have the time to bring the both of you back and forth to get questioned."
