If We Only Had A Chance

A Killer Deal

"I don't understand why you think this is necessary. That girl is absolutely batshit. You really can't think this is a good idea?" My partner walked beside me talking my head off. We were outside the doors of Limelight Correctional Facility. It was an old middle school a long time ago now turned into a prison. It wasn't used for anyone except one person.

"I never said it was a good idea." I told her, pulling open the glass double doors and walking through with Agent Olken tailing behind. "I just said it was an option and not a bad one."

Agent Olken caught up with me as we approached the front desk with very tired look guards staring back at us.

"The girl is not going to want to help you, they say she barely even speaks in here Kailo." Olken grabbed my shoulder holding me in place. She was tall, 5 '8 to my 6' foot height. Her black hair was pulled tight and into a ponytail and her green eyes gazed at me as if asking to disagree. I understood where she was coming from but just liked a couple months ago I was quite desperate.

"She'll speak." I walked up to the guards and heard a Olken let out a hard sigh and follow me. The Facility was bland and faded of color. It was made sometime in the 40s and later turned into a prison for the mentally ill. After it was shut down for violating too many health codes the FBI claimed it for detaining unsafe prisoners.

"Are you sure you want to speak to her, she gots a mouth on her?" One guard said to me with almost a scared look in his eyes. I remember when that was me scared of this girl as she terrorized the city. I only nodded and once again another sigh was let out. "Take them to the interrogation room and we will fetch her. I warn you to proceed with caution," He said and walked away. The other guard started walking in the opposite direction down a lonely hall.

We walked down a white painted hall until we reached a metal door and were guided into a small room with only a metal table in the middle with three chairs around it. Two on one side one on the other. Once we were seated he opened the door with a loud bang resonating into the room. Olken sat papers down onto the table, two different stacks. One was a large stack that I

couldn't hold in one hand and the other was two folders filled with very little paper.

I gazed at the papers for a minute. I knew what was in both, one was filled with profiles and images of bodies and the other was two people who have too much importance to our jailed friend.

"I still don't get why we have to do this," Olken spoke quietly, her voice bounced off the walls of the room and into my ears. I knew she had a point, a good point at that but I still felt the need to do it.

"We need her help whether we want it or not. What's one way to catch a serial killer?" I asked but it was rhetorical. I didn't need an answer but even if Olken was going to get one we were cut off by the sound of a creaky door opening.

Two guards stepped in first with one holding the door open. The other stood beside the door with a hand down by his side, a baton at full length. Next two other guards walked in but this time with a girl hooked in between them. Her hands were cuffed behind her and shackles on her feet scraped across the floor. Her hair was braided going down the back of her head and her brown eyes glared straight into the room but not towards anyone. The most unmistakable thing though was the leather muzzle wrapped around her mouth covering half her face like a mask.

I had only seen her one other time in person and just like then she could make a grown man piss himself by her presence. They sat her in the chair, hooking her arms behind the back rest of the chair. She looked up at the person situating her in the chair and I didn't miss the flinch when they made eye contact. He let go of her and went to stand by the door with the other guards.