"We can do it the easy way. Or the hard way," the man spoke, slowly moving from her sight. The bright light aimed to her face made it impossible to see his face, but even without seeing his expression, Gillian knew he was angry, and desperate. She could hear it in his voice. "Where is the kid?" the man continued, as Foster tried to move her face from the light just a bit. The handcuffs on her wrists didn't give her a chance thou.
She closed her eyes just for a moment, and then spoke as soft as she could.
"I don't know," her voice trembled. She'd worked for the government organizations for more than a decade, and she quite knew what they were capable of. But this was the first time in her life she was suspected of a crime and treated like… she refused to 'think' that word at first. Like a terrorist, she finally admitted the thought, and a shiver went down her spine.
TBC
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