VAGUE

CHAPTER 7 (PART 1)

CHAPTER 7

-PART ONE-

-INTERROGATION 1: BAILEY PETERSON-

The room is tasteful in a corporate way, nothing interesting enough to cause offence not matter what a person's preferences might be. It was the so-called replica of Lego house for the identical workers in clean cut suits. After a few years thinking inside the box and fearful of the open road. Before knowing its standard "inoculations" are on blood and the questioning begins, hearing the soft clicks of heels hitting the luxurious marble floor as she walks through the door. The walls were covered with ivory gray and with a touch of maroon wallpapers and fireplace with silver frames. There were two small sections sort of offices across from each other and between a small cubicle where the Tres Diablos stood up greeting their first man. Based on its face a wave of anxiety hit him.

"Good morning, welcome to the Sol y Luna underground Interrogation spot. I know you know me that well but let me introduce myself again, Angelycko Louise Williams" She was a woman with an Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. Having a solferino-red hair, spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, having a nebulous, Eden-green sort of gray eyes which were a-sparkle with the 'joie de vivre'. She extended her hand toward the man.

"Why don't you show some manners?" the man from the left side utter, he has an Achilles-gold and coiffed to perfection. His eyes had the same startling clarity as a mountain stream and the lineaments of his face were in perfect proportion to each other.

Lock Lopez known to be Knight-Lock Chase

"Bailey Peterson" the man shook his hand as gracefully as he could.

It's like a prison cell. A bare bulb hangs from the ceiling and the plastic chair underneath could have been stolen from an inner-town. Tracing the face of the man seems wondering if it's all some psychological test to see if he's freaked out. Then two man taller than five feet enters the room and sits, apparently, they're here to stand for the interview. Apparently minutes pass, they get a dossier out of the case and begins the mission briefing. These jobs are always interview by panel, questions fired too quickly to answer with too much thought. They want to see what's under the veneer of each persona. And always the cameras are trained on face, the computer giving analysis on micro-expressions. Not this time apparently. A guy is swinging round and round in a big comfy swivel chair. With one more swing he's back around with a coffee for each of them.

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"The clock is ticking; we should begin" Knight-lock coldly stared at the eyes of Peterson

"Seems like your different person now, Lock Lopez"

As he heard those lines, Lock threw his hands across the table that makes a loud banging sound.

"So tell me, how did you know Copper Richardson?" Knight-drain utters

"You're fucking alive?" he shouts out of disbelief

"Alive and kicking" Price mumbled

"the criminal was still alive" he teasingly hissed

At that very moment Knight-drain grab his neck and pinned him against the wall, it creates a chaotic sound as the table and chair moves together as the man was being pinned.

"answer my damn question" he angrily hissed as he clenched his fist reason for Peterson to struggle

"fuck! Get off!" he utters as he was struggling to breath

The great Pendelton remove his hand and walks back to his old position "What do you know about Copper's case?" he asks again

"I lost my eye the same day I lost a friend." Without breaking his stared through the eyes of the great Pendelton