"Agent Carolina….you know why you are here, you are here to aid in the investigation into what happened during your last mission, that was supposedly only for training purposes."
Agent Carolina looked up to the man sitting across from her, he was an older man in the latter part of his career with the UNSC, bald and someone you were told not to mess with. The head Investigator of the Office of Naval Intelligence, simply known as 'The Inquisitor'. "…I've answered all of your questions, Sir. Why, am I still here?" she calmly replied. This was a first for her, she had never had an investigation into her missions done before. They always went smoothly, in and out, that is how she worked. Quick. Clean. Efficient. Leaving a trail of bodies behind her and the objective complete, however this time that did not happen.
"Agent Carolina, my time is valuable and I am not one who likes it to be wasted. There is still one question that needs to be answered", said The Inquisitor. He leaned forward grasped his coffee then straightened up and sipped from it. Setting down his cup he continued; "I usually never conduct these inquiries personally, yet as to the nature of this operation that your team was on, I felt I must be the one to do so, so answer the question."
"And which question is that, Sir? The one about what we were doing at that space station? The one about who was there? Or how about the one of why the target was killed instead of brought back alive?" Agent Carolina straightened up herself and looked the man in the eyes before saying; "I've answered your questions so am I free to go Sir?"
The Inquisitor stood up and walked around the room. He returned to his chair and placed his hands on the back. "Agent Carolina, I am a patient man. I have been in charge of the freelancer program since its conception. However, my patience is running thin and you are avoiding my question…so I will ask one more time. What…happened…to Agent…Georgia?"
Now Agent Carolina was getting upset; "I told you Sir, he went missing after failing to do a course maneuver in open space which caused him to lose control of his jet pack and sail off into the darkness and out of radio contact. You've already seen this if you reviewed the After Action Report I submitted for the records."
The Inquisitor leaned forward; "As you have said, and I must say, it was well written. Yours's, Agent York's, and Agent North Carolina's. They were all consistent…but still. What happened to Agent Georgia", he hissed through gritted teeth.
If there was one animal Agent Carolina hated most it was a rooster, to her that's what The Inquisitor looked like, or so she thought, she restrained herself from punching the man's teeth in. It would have been easy, one quick right hook and it would be over. She was the fastest freelance and best at hand to hand combat. She elected to reply through her own gritted teeth; "I…just…told…you…Sir."
"What happened to Agent Georgia?" said The Inquisitor
"I. Told. You." Replied Agent Carolina.
"What happened to Georgia?" said The Inquisitor.
"Ask my men!" shouted Agent Carolina
"I have and they gave the same answer as you. WHAT HAPPENED TO GEORGIA!?" yelled The Inquisitor slamming his hands on the table.
Just then a knock sounded from the door. A young officer peeked his head in. He cleared his throat; "Uh…Excuse me, Sir?"
The Inquisitor gave the officer a stare that should have sent the man running, "What is it? I thought I made it clear that we were not to be disturbed."
"Yes, I am very sorry about that Sir." Said the Officer, "It is just that...just that The Director is here. Sir."
"The Director?" The Inquisitor raised his hand to his brown and rubbed his forehead. "Ok…ok let him in."
The Director entered the room and took in his surroundings. It was a normal interrogation room with a single table in the center, a camera and mic in the far corner and sitting at one end of the table was Agent Carolina with her red hair tied back and fist on the table. At the other end was The Inquisitor leaning over the table in his typical gray uniform of the UNSC. The Director turned to The Inquisitor and said in an accent similar to what was found in the South East region of the United States; "Mr. Inquisitor, it has been quite a while I believe. May I ask when I can expect to have my dear agent back?
"Ah, Mr. Director, it is a pleasure to meet you again. As this being the first time your program has come under scrutiny by the Oversight sub-committee, I will be lenient and allow you to stay for the duration of this interview. I was just asking Agent Carolina about the events that happened during your most recent mission that caused the disappearance of one of your other operatives." Replied The Inquisitor.
The Director smiled slyly; "Mr. Investigator, I can assure you that my agents are in no way impending your investigation. We are an organization tasked with finding the truth and advancing the human race during these trying times." The Director walked over to the Inquisitor and handed him a folded piece of paper; "However, I may think this will help your investigation conclude and allow me and my agents to get back to our jobs at hand."
The Inquisitor opened the paper and read its contents. He clenched his jaw then relaxed it crumpling the paper into a ball and tossing it aside. He looked at the Director; "I see your friends came to help this time." He turned to the camera, walked over to it and unplugged it. The Director placed a small device on the table that gave off a signal scrambling all electronics in the room from listening in on their conversation. The Inquisitor turned to Agent Carolina; "Ok Agent Carolina, I will ask one last time, what happened to Georgia?"
Agent Carolina looked to the Director to see what he was going to do. He turned to face her and gave a nod of his head. "Ok, Mr. Investigator, she said adjusting her shoulders and folding her hands in front of her on the table. "What happened to Agent Georgia? I will tell you what happened."