Fractured

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

So about three and a half fucking hours later....

"Alright, alright.... I am done not getting answers out of you people," I said in a sharp voice, narrowing my sight on the woman FBI agent before me.  The same one that was at school with that other agent to see me.  Her long brown hair was still up and neat along with her other features; she still looked interested in me.  Just not enough to cave to my demand of answers.  Yet, they want answers out of me I figured out - or assumed.  They told me they wanted to talk with me... and my first reaction was anything other than, 'sure lets talk my new friends.' 

In my head, I had instantly translated that into the idea that they were going to try to kill me, beat me, or turn me over to Reid.  I couldn't trust them - I knew that right away.  I thought they were traitors at first and I even called them out on it.  And even though my gut said they weren't, I had to keep thinking they were.  I didn't want to take any risks at this point.

However, with one reliable (cop and one Ramper) with me, they had verified that they were real agents.  Not to mention, the other police wouldn't have let them in either if they weren't real; they were thorough and knew they had to be.  Even still though, it took a while to convince me.  Even more time to try to coax me into leaving with them too. Which did eventually happen.  It took seriously 40 minutes for them to convince me in total to believe they were the FBI; I forced Ramper to pull up background information on them and turns out, they were the real deal.  And apparently they needed to speak to me at their private headquarters of some place. In the end, I went with them.

But like I said... this has now been over three hours later - and that's not just from me being initially stubborn or the drive either.  They drove me back to their offices and when they did, I asked them if I could contact Luke and tell him about this.  Their answer was that that was an, 'unnecessary task' and that I needed to just relax, keep my mind clear.  They reassured me all was okay with them and it was - to an extent.  They weren't bad people; they were the FBI guys!  It was their motives to talk to me that put me on edge.

What added up to the three hours and over was the actual waiting I had to do until they were 'ready' to have a talk.  I wanted to yell that I was missing a very valuable lecture at school but obviously, I would have been lying.  I was nervous to begin with, not knowing what they wanted to talk about.  Plus, it wasn't the most welcoming room they put me in to wait.  One with a table, chairs all around it, and dull-ass walls and floors.  Plain and boring.  But they seemed to have already knew me well enough.  There was a tray of little sandwiches and cookies on the table.  I am ashamed to say I had more than I am proud of. 

But finally, after so long, that woman came in - that woman... Agent Moore I think is was.  Which brings me to now... where she better give me an answer after I have been demanding some this whole time. "Answers?" she responded to my demand for just that in a low voice, her lips pursing.

"Yes!"

"We will address your concerns when we speak with you.  Which will be within five minutes when the others come in," she said, closing the door and coming back to face me.  She gave me a small smile and actually sat on the other side of the table from me, holding her hands together over the round table professionally.  Neither of us said nothing.  It was awkward... and I wasn't sure what to make of her words.  She has been telling me to wait this whole time.  Well I'm counting up to five minutes lady and if I don't hear your mouth talking, whether they are here or not, I'm walking out--

My thoughts were cut off when I heard the door open again from behind her and across the table and in my view.  My eyes found the new source that opened the door.  It was agent Ryder, the guy that was at my school before with this other agent chick.  His eyes met mine neutrally as he propped open the door before he strode into the room.  I watched him as he took a seat on the woman's right.  However, after I broke my gaze, it caught one more person who was coming in the room too, holding open the door as he stepped inside the room.