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.This…man…watched me impassively, not making a move toward his weapons.I knew, without knowing, that even the big burly guys with the rifles were way less dangerous than this one.This one could kill me with one hand…or less.I swallowed again.The man who'd held the gun to my head took the opportunity to say, "SA-7, I was informed that this was a standard detain-and-question op and that the SA would not be involved at this stage."The trench-coated man simply looked at him, and the gunman took an involuntary step back."The Agency is unimpressed by your approach to this case," he replied sharply."As the human said, she's hardly a threat to you.""You just said—""Do you really think an M-15 is going to protect you against a psychic?"I shifted on my knees.My arms were cramping up badly."Could I put my hands down, maybe, please? I promise not to throw fireballs at you or anything."The man in the trench coat returned his gaze to me, and I might have been hallucinating, but it looked like he almost smiled.He gave me a measured nod, and I dropped my arms, groaning with relief."All right," he said."Captain, you and your men may go.The SA will take over from here.""I have orders from—"Just then another voice interrupted, this one staticky, from the vicinity of the gunman's waist."Team 2, you are ordered to stand down."Guns all around the room lowered.I could suddenly breathe just a little easier.Trench Coat glanced back at Grumpy Gun, and said again, "The SA will take over from here, Captain.You may go.""What are you going to do with her?" Grumpy Gun demanded."Concerned for her welfare, Captain?"I nearly snorted.Grumpy Gun said, poison darts in every word, "The SA is not known for its adherence to interrogation protocol…Agent.""No, we are not." He reached into his coat and pulled out a smallish gun, then removed something from his belt and snapped it into the weapon."Don't worry, Captain.We don't leave witnesses, and we don't leave marks."With that, he held up the gun—at me.I started to cry out, but I heard a click and a whistle, and felt the sting of something hitting my neck.The carpet rushed up toward my head, and that was it.*****Bright light stabbed through the fog, and I whimpered, trying to put my hands over my face.My arms wouldn't move.Something jerked my head upward, and suddenly I could see—there had been a bag over my head.Oh fuck, oh fuck, this can't be happening.This can't be happening.This isn't TV, I'm not goddamned Natalie Portman, where's V when you need him, this can't be happening…I was sitting upright in an extremely uncomfortable metal chair, in front of a metal table.My arms were cuffed behind my back.There was a mirror behind the table, and probably one behind me—I'd seen enough police shows to know this had to be an interrogation room, and there were probably FBI agents on the other side of the mirror taping what went on in here.I became aware of a clattering sound, from a distance.My teeth, chattering.It was freezing in here and I was still in my pajamas.Someone was going to find my body dumped somewhere in my pajamas, and nobody would know to feed Py, and—The door opened, and Trench Coat walked in.He had a black file folder in his hand, and dropped it on the table before taking the chair opposite me.Up close, several things registered that hadn't before: one, he was definitely hot, in a going-to-kill-me kind of way; two, he was a lot younger than he'd seemed, maybe 25; three, where the other men had been wearing body armor of some sort, he wasn't, just a tight black t-shirt that showed off muscle definition I should not be interested in right now; four, there was some kind of contraption behind his ear that gave off the same light as the thing at his belt, which I interpreted as probably communications gear, like those dumbass headset things people wore around town talking to themselves.He regarded me in silence for a moment before opening the file folder."Do you know why you've been brought here, Ms.Larson?""That was good," I said before I could stop myself."You sound just like that guy on Law & Order.Should I ask for a lawyer now, or is it too early in the scene?"One eyebrow quirked, and I wondered how I must seem to him.Nuts, probably.I certainly felt that way.It was about then that I looked up at the mirrored wall behind him, and froze.I could see the reflection of the room: the table, the chairs, me sitting there with my hands behind my back, my knee bouncing nervously.He wasn't in the mirror."Oh shit," I whispered.He looked back behind him, then back at me again, but didn't comment."Do you recognize this, Ms.Larson?" he asked, laying a photograph in front of me."You…you're…what…you're…what the fuck is going on here?" That last bit came out almost as a shriek, my voice rising on every word.I dug my bare feet into the tile floor and shoved backward, trying to put as much space between him and me as I could, until the chair rammed into the wall and took my head with it.I saw stars, compounded by whatever drug he'd hit me with earlier, and my head pounded so hard I felt myself start to cry."I'm just a file clerk," I moaned, shaking my head."I didn't kill those people.I left when things got bad, I just wanted to get away.They said I was next.""They threatened you?"I nodded miserably."I saved the voice mails.I was going to have my cell service cancelled.You've got my phone, check it yourself.That bastard WolfStar said I was next, if I talked.I just wanted to get away.Please…” I tried not to sob, but it was getting impossible."Please have somebody feed my cat.I don’t know anybody else here."He watched me cry for a minute, apparently unaffected by my outburst, but then he said, "Send in the Elf."I blinked, momentarily startled out of my tears."Huh?""I wasn't talking to you."The door opened again, and another person entered, this one in a hood…a hooded cloak.At this point I think my brain had gone into total overload and was no longer capable of processing anything.I just stared, feeling both numb and drunk, my head hurting so badly I couldn't even react when the figure came toward me, silent as death, extending a hand from beneath the cloak.The hand was small, graceful; its skin was an unusual shade of tan, almost nut-colored.As his palm touched my head, intense heat flooded through me, as if I'd had the most intense massage—or orgasm—of my life.My whole body slumped, tension evaporating from every muscle, and I was only vaguely aware that the cuffs were removed so I could sit up straighter.The other man, or whatever he was, was still watching, and he said, "This is the part where you rub your wrists."I obeyed.Far be it from me to violate the law enforcement cliché.The chair was moved back up to the table, and the hand once again touched my head, this time as if in benediction."SA-7," a gentle voice said, "Your manners are deplorable as ever.""Thank you, SA-5," he replied wryly."Something about dealing with murderers tends to do away with the niceties.""Niceties are often all that separate us from the enemy.The wounds left behind tend to be the same [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]