Suspected Terrorists

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"I think it's my turn to interrogate you."

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Daisy

I didn't want to start a fight with these kids so I decided to play along. "Fine," I agreed. I allowed two boys in Roman armour to pull me up and put me on a chair that had appeared out of nowhere. A couple of other kids put down a charred table and Reyna took a seat on the other side. The vicious looking hounds paced around us in a large circle. One hound was grey and the other had a golden coat. They might've looked quite cute if it weren't for the red eyes and bloodthirsty expression. The rest of the kids were standing a few feet away. They seemed to be whispering and giggling.

"So," began Reyna. "What's your name really? And keep in mind, my dogs hate liars."

"My name is Daisy Johnson," I replied simply.

Reyna glanced at her dogs, neither of which deviated from their pacing circle. "Okay then. Did you tell any lies earlier?"

I shook my head. "No."

"So you really hunt down these, gifted, people?"

"Hunt? No," I corrected hastily. "When we get word of a gifted individual, we attempt to talk to them peacefully. If they refuse we persuade them. As long as they don't hurt anybody, they go on with their lives."

"And if they do, hurt people?"

"We detain them or take them out."

Reyna leaned in closer. "Have you ever, taken one out?" She asked with a vicious glint in her eye.

My mind flashed back to my first kill. I was looking through a rifle at a teen who was going to freeze my team into the ship. An ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. academy student, an enemy of HYDRA, and a victim of their brainwashing. At the time I didn't think I had any other option. But looking back, as I often used to do, I wonder what I could've done, to save Donnie Gill.

"Once," I reply quietly looking down at my hands curled up in the table.

Reyna seemed slightly shocked. I wasn't quite sure whether it was because she didn't think I could kill someone or because I looked so guilty about it. Either way, she quickly resumed a neutral expression, which I found particularly strange. Teens are normal and moody and wear their emotions close to the surface. And yet, Reyna did not. She was calm, composed and serious. She reminded me of Agent May, battle hardened. What had Reyna gone through?

"What do you talk about when you interrogate the gifteds?" She questioned.

"To be honest, I've never conducted one of these interviews myself. You are actually my first."

"What were you going to ask me?"

"I was going to ask stuff about who you are and why you're here. If all went successfully, you'd undergo a psych-eval and physical examination."

"Why a psych-eval?"

"To determine your threat level I think and predict if you'd ever be capable of hurting yourself or others in the future."

"And what do you do with this infomation."

"We...uh...we put it on the index," I answered hesitantly. Reyna didn't trust me yet, and telling her about the index wasn't going to help."