Bureau of Investigation? Epidemic
Division? Uh oh…
“Um, yes. What can I do for you?”
“We just need to ask some
questions,” says Hoover and he takes out mini-note taker.
“So, what is your relationship to Drew
Vivek?”
That question takes me a bit off
guard. I was expecting a question regarding my involvement in the epidemic. “Friend
since grade 5…we were also, umm… starting to be a little more than that just
recently…” I fade out, not really wanting to expand on that. It’s a bit awkward
speaking to strangers quite a bit older than me about my personal life.
O’Flynn’s expression softens. “I’m
sorry to hear that. It must be tough,” he says, patting me awkwardly on the
shoulder. I give him a small, sad smile. Tough doesn’t even start to cover it.
Hoover gave a meaningful cough and
O’Flynn steps away from me. He mutters a small, “Sorry,” to Hoover. Hoover nods
his head at O’Flynn and turns to me.
“I’m sorry, Miss Song. O’Flynn
here is a rookie, working with me to learn the ropes. Now shall we continue our
questions?” He starts scribbling furiously in his note taker.
“So what do you know about the
epidemic?”
I stiffen in fear. Now this is
where the scary stuff starts. Calm, calm, calm, calm…
“What everyone else knows, of
course! People going into a coma, dying…it’s even spreading worldwide,
according to CTV. That’s really freaky.”
“Yes, but is there anything else?
Because there was an important piece of evidence that we think the instigators
left behind, and it points to a “Kaya.” We have reasons to believe it’s you.”
“Reasons? What reasons? And what
do you mean by evidence?” I feign ignorance. If I let slip even one tiny piece of
information, they’ll immediately suspect me.
“That is truly none of your business,
Miss Song. Indeed, its classified information, nothing a little girl like you
would understand. Could you please just answer our questions?”
“Yes sir. Go right ahead.” I bow
my head to hide my fury. How rude they are! I only asked simple questions, ones
that most people would ask and I get brushed off. I clear my throat and compose
my face.
“So you have no interest in the
epidemic? No researching at home?”
“Of course I have some interest in
it, as it’s a major event happening in our world right now. But would I spend
most of my waking hours thinking about it, researching it? No, not at all.” I’m
lying through my teeth and I cross my fingers behind my back. Hopefully I’m not transparent right
now.
“Hm,” says Hoover. I realize that
O’Flynn hasn’t said anything since Hoover scolded him. He catches my eye and I
give him a little smile to show him that the pat earlier was okay. He smiles
back, grateful.
“If everything you said is true,
why would there be any reason you were mentioned, Miss Song? Think long and
hard about it.” Hoover gives me a smirk, sure that he’s won.
I’m so not going down without a
fight. “Oh, and was there any last name mentioned in this piece of evidence? Or
a picture? Or a fingerprint?” I ask innocently as possible.
“Um, well no…”
“So you are accusing me of being
involved with these murderers because my first name, which could belong to many
other girls around the world, is at the crime scene? That makes this an
extremely unstable accusation.”
“You…you…” sputters Hoover, “You do
not know who you’re dealing with!” A piece of spit lands on my cheek and I wipe
it away calmly.
“I do know what I’m dealing with.
An incapable agent from the Bureau of Investigation, Epidemic Division. Quite
the disappointment.”
Hoover lunges at me, but O’Flynn
holds him back, alarm evident on his face. Hoover’s face is turning red, making
him look like a tomato. I just give him a polite smile and incline my head.
“If there are no more questions, I
shall be on my way. Good day, gentlemen.” I swiftly turn on my heels and
continue my way home.
“This is not the end, Kaya Song!
We will find what you’re hiding!” shouts Hoover at my back. I do not slow my
leisurely pace, nor do I turn around.
Well, that’s one more thing to
bring up during our meeting with Mr. Sharpo on Saturday. I can’t have people
like Hoover on my trail while I’m busy with so many other things. He’ll just
get in the way.
This is what happens when you try to mess with Kaya :)
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