ForeverUnidentified1
"Let's make a deal. We'll turn off our camera since it makes you uncomfortable, and you can tell us how and why you killed our president."
She cocks her head to the side with a small smile evident. "Now what's the point of that? I tell you sure, you turn off that camera," she points to one of the cameras in the corner staring the interrogators in their eyes, "but you still have 4 other cameras here recording with audio. See, I'm not dumb. There's a reason I've been an assassin for years and it's only now that you're catching me. You guys think you've caught me. You guys think you've won and you got all you need to put me in jail and just want a confession to ensure that just that happens with no problem." She sits back in the chair they put her in, never once losing eye contact with the guards.
"Here's your problem though. Your cameras have been off from the moment I stepped into this room. Everything you guys think you got on me from me being in this room,'' she chuckles, "haven't even been recorded. You guys have nothing on me because you see, I don't get caught unless I want to be caught. Let that sink in." She pauses for a moment, actually giving them time to think about everything she has said. Then, she smiles. "Now you guys understand, let me help you ask the right question. Why did it take me so long? What is my goal? Who's next? Am I working with anybody?" She stares at them, then laughs again. "I love the look of worry and fear in your eyes. It let's me know that you guys know that this is nowhere near the end. No, this is just the beginning."