Criminal Intent

He could try but there is a certainty in him that he would extract no confessions of any sort from his suspect tonight. The man was amazingly stubborn and resilent. He had assumed the methods of interragation would have broken him by now, forty-eight hours of intensive questioning with not more then a 15 minute gap in between would have burned anyone but not him. He was contemplating methods that were more physical now. He observed the man through the looking glass, trying to spot any weakness that one might be more likely to expose once alone. He found nothing, just a cool mask of detachment even with fatigue written all over the angular sharp features. The suspect's crimson eyes looked back into the tempered glass, seemingly knowing that someone was standing behind it, with an façade of superiority that no prisoners should by displaying. He was flagrant in his defience of their authority over him. That in itself was an amazingly intriguing characteristic. The man had no fear. Perhaps he was foolhardy, perhaps he knows better that nothing more will be done to him. They didn't have concrete evidence of his involvement with the group and since it's past forty-eight hours, he was due for release soon. But he wanted the facts and he wants the mastermind to the attacks on their nation's financial centre.

This case is monumental, not only to the CIA but also to the nation, which citizens were still mourning in grief. The bombing had been called one of histories most organized, cold-blooded and colossal terrorist's attack. Maybe the country had it coming but if anyone should pay the price, it should not have been its citizens, but the people who sits in the safety of the oval office, who had made the decisions that influenced the outcome of history so callously. Nevertheless, it was not his concern. His priority was to find the answer for those who had lost their loved ones in this senseless attack. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and clenched his jaw in frustration. In half an hour's time, he would be watching the man walk away, scot free.

He tilted his head and signaled with a nod to someone standing in the corner of the room, the ebony skin man dressed in a black suit so dark, he had blended in with the dark planes of the shadow that enveloped that part of the room. Dean strode forward to his superior and stood behind him quietly, waiting for further instructions to be given.

"Keep him under tabs, 24/7. Make sure he doesn't have the opportunity to leave the country." Fay said curtly and retrieved the file on the table, handing it to Dean's outstretched hands.

"Yes sir."

"And make sure that his living quarters and office kept under serviliance too."

"Definitely."

"I want him nailed no matter what the cost."

Dean frowned slightly before nodding again. He wondered why his boss was so keen on this man. Apparently, records had shown that the man was in the clear. The only thing that had stained that perfect record was because his company had significent dealings with the company one of the mastermind's family member owned. No doubt the huge amount of transections proved to be dubious at some point but K.R Inc only deals with investment properties. What could be so suspicious about that? The only thing Dean could think of was that Kurogane Ryuichi was privy to the residential details of the mastermind's family members.

"Stop questioning my motives, Dean." Fay said softly as he looked at his subordinate run through his thoughts. Dean was that transparent. Sometimes that part of him had proved to be a liability at critical moments. Still he had kept Dean on his team because of the man's unfailing tenacity in the face of adversity and of course, he was scrupulously honest too. Dean startled with a quirk of his eyebrows before leaving the office with a sheepish smile.

Fay turned his attention to the suspect and carried on with his observations. How could someone who had been born into the bourgois classes of the society carry with him such confidence and such sense of bone weariness that a common businessman would not had experienced before? The body he had was not one who had lived in the comfortable embrace of luxury, it was also not someone who had claimed to have been living in Japan for more then half of his life. This man was a soldier, it was telling from the way he behaved. Those crimson eyes…their gaze hard and guarded and piercing to a uncomfortable level as they looked back at him, made him itched to uncover what lays beneath that rough exterior. Fay badly wanted to know which organization he belonged to and as to what his intentions were for going undercover, these are the important loopholes that he has yet to have an answer to.