Unnatural Disasters

Hajime

Author's Note: TW, Torture. Generally a darker chapter. Proceed with caution.

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Angel stared down her therapist. She visited every so often, not because she was forced to, she just thought it was fun to see someone psychologically profile her the way she did other people. However, this time, she was actually being bothered by something. Her therapist picked up on this quickly.
"What is it Angel? Did your mom invite you to lunch again?" He would cross his legs and set the clipboard on the stand beside his arm chair.  "Are we playing the guessing game again?" He touched the tips of his fingers together. Angel and Dr. Blake had an ongoing game of who was figuring out who. Their back and forth relationship just worked, any other therapists in the past have always been too idiotic for Angel to handle.
"Not today." Angel sighed and sat down.
"Oh. I see." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, waiting for her to elaborate. "I haven't seen you in awhile, could this mean you have found something that piqued your interest?" Dr. Blake stared at her face, looking for any indicators. Angel's face remained completely unreadable.
"I found some.. friends. They're a lot like me." Angel drummed her fingers on her pants.
"Tell me about them."
"There intelligent, their cognitive thinking skills are way better compared to ordinary people." Angel began.
"What did we say about 'ordinary' people?" He chastised.
"Bla bla. Me undermining their value with demeaning words lowered my respect for them and therefore prompts me never to give them a chance in the first place. I got that the first several times you scolded me for it. What am I supposed to call them? Teletubbies?" Angel scowled. She reminded Dr. Blake of a three year old. An incredibly smart three year old, but her attitude and way of thinking was sometimes very comparable to a three year old's. "The point is. We've been taking 'adventures' together. At first it was just fun, a simple way to flex our minds. The more we went on, the higher the stakes rose, people's lives were on the line." Angel's eyes narrowed, she almost seemed like she couldn't understand the severity of that last part. Dr. Blake took notice.
"I've read about it in the newspapers Angel, you seem to have found purpose, I haven't read anything disastrous yet. So what happened?" Dr. Blake tilted his head, trying to read Angel's micro-expressions.
"So we got accepted to be an official task force for the FBI. We're called the SCU, Specialized Crimes Unit." Angel began.
Dr. Blake raised his eyebrows. "You're stalling, get to it. We both know you like to be straight-forward."
"We were asked to help a top secret investigation in the undercover operations sector. I thought it would be no big deal, find the mole, get out. Then one of us disappeared." Angel chewed the inside of her cheek. It was exceedingly difficult for her to admit one of her faults in this particular instance.
"What happened?" Dr. Blake leaned forward, intrigued now.

"He's been in the bathroom a long time." Diego commented, growing impatient. Charles and Kyle nodded collectively. Angel sighed.
"One of you should go check-" Angel began but someone walked into the room.
"Is Hajime in here?" It was Cruz, he looked concerned. Kyle's eyes widened.
"No. He went to the bathroom." She answered quickly.
"We found his and his bodyguard's credentials lying on the ground next to the bathroom." Cruz informed them. Charles, Diego, and Kyle shared worried glances with each other. "I hope you guys our close on finding out who the mole is, because your time just got a whole lot shorter." Cruz hurried out of the room.
"Alright, we're interviewing the 10 agents we zero'd in on. Inform each of them. Also, check security cameras, every single one. No way he could've gotten taken out of here without being spotted." Angel nodded to all of them. Silence settled over them, the tension in the room could be cut through like a knife. Shit just got real.

"It shouldn't have happened, it was a mistake. He had a bodyguard, yet he was still grabbed and dragged out of there without being scene by a single security camera, not a single one." Angel informed Blake.
"These things do happen in the industry yes? Which means it only could've been a high official, someone with inside knowledge of the buildings inner and outer workings." Blake deduced. Angel nodded. "Yeah, our 10 agents were narrowed down to fit those parameters as well. We knew it couldn't have been a bottom feeder."