Chapter 7

We interviewed almost everyone in the headquarters back home. Accept for Agent Zachariah Linley one of the only agents who were in charge of creating the weapons and technology for my team. Jonathan and Ace were handling the interrogation, if you could call it that.

"Where were you the first day my team and I shot our guns?" Jonathan asked. I watched the face of my fellow agent construe into a thinking pose. My guess is he was trying to remember.

"I was in the armory cleaning guns,"

"Did you see anything suspicious?" Ace asked.

"No, I. . . . . Wait! I remember someone with a youth stature come in, open the armory with all your guns, take one off the guns and tamper with it. I continued to do my job as to not alert whoever it was who entered that I was on to him. The person then placed the gun back on the shelf and then left."

"Did you get a good look at him or her?" Jonathan questioned him further.

"It did look like a guy and it looked like he wore the same uniform as you do now. But He had something over his face to where I couldn't identify the person. You know I am also knowledgeable about everyone in this agency."

"Why would someone go all this way to tamper with the guns?" I asked the director who was standing next to me.

"One of Wayne's henchmen no doubt and my guess he is someone who knows your team well," Greg answered.

"But who would match the description that Zach is explaining? None of the people who are designated in that area have that kind of stature," Camino explained as he glanced through files of everyone that worked in the agency. It even included him, Jonathan, Ace and me.

"Camino there was some suspicion that someone inside the agency was a mole and so I had security place a camera inside each personal bedroom. Check every room in agent housing between the hours of 8:00 and 9:00 pm. That is normally when the assigned people clean the guns. Start with the younger and newer agents, "Director Alexander instructed.

I watched Camino's fingers fly over the keys to pinpoint the perpetrator. He effortlessly found the camera links to each room and watched one room after another in quick fashion. He would on occasion pull several up at once and watch them all. Camino's skills with a computer amazed me.

"I found one anomaly. Room 224 in the guy's wing is empty and it's the only one that is in agent housing that is," Camino stated while pointing at the screen, " Wait, isn't that Ace's room?"

"Check the video for the armory around the same time. If you spot the youth Zach mentioned, check it for matches to Ace."

It took a little while for Camino to track down their suspect but when they did, they compared it to a picture of Ace and confirmed our worst fears.

"Sir, it was Ace that sabotaged Robin's gun," Camino said sadly.

A low growl emanated from my mentor's mouth. He glared at the screen as if he didn't thin that it would come to this. But at the same time, a look of satisfaction came over him as if he was expecting someone from the inside to be the perpetrator.

"Let Agent Linley go back to his work," Greg stated as he sadly stated the rest, "And make sure that Ace does not leave the room, Jonathan."

As Greg, Camino and I exited the back room of the interrogation section, I could see a look of surprise of Ace's face, I had a feeling that it was fake. Jonathan blocked Ace's exit.

Once we entered, Ace seemed to have cornered himself. He looked back and forth between my eyes and the others.

"Ace," Greg started a with a little hint of anger in his voice, "Tell us where you were during 8:00 and 9:00."

"I was walking around because I couldn't sleep," He said but was fidgeting the whole time.

"Were you really?" Camino exclaimed, "We just discovered that the 'Youth' that Agent Linley explained he saw was you."

"You can't pin that on me!" Ace exclaimed in the midst of a nervous laugh, "You have no proof."

"I know one way we can find out," I encouraged my director, but said it loud enough to make Ace nervous if he was the culprit, "We can check for finger prints and see whose grimy fingers have been on it besides me."

Jonathan and Camino, you stay here with Ace and make sure he doesn't leave," The director explained, "Robin, you come with me."

I followed my boss into the forensics lab of the American base. It seemed like he knew his way around the base better than he did our own headquarters back in England. I had already grabbed my gun from my temporary room carried it with gloved hands to the Forensics lab. I was soon greeted by Abigail Sidley who was the forensics specialist here at American base.

"What can I do for you?" She kindly offered me as she took my gun from my hands.

"We need you to check for finger prints," I told her as I took my gloves off my sweaty hands.

"Ok. Anyone's in particular?"

"Ace O-Connell. We believe that he might be a mole with direct line to Wayne Alexander," Director Greg stated.

"Alright," Abigail said as she grabbed a few things off of the many shelves that lined the lab. I watched as she took a fine dust substance that I couldn't figure out what is was. But then as I watched, she sprinkled the substance over the entire gun and the brushed over it with a fine makeup brush.

Right before my eyes, finger prints appeared on the gun. Abigail then took a piece of special tape and placed it carefully onto the visible finger prints. She then proceeded to take it off and placed it in a device that takes the finger print and makes a virtual image out of it.

"So you said it was Ace that did it?" Abigail questioned Greg.

"Yes. We have a description of someone tampering with this gun the night right before my team and I went to train with them," I relayed the information.

"We had our computer expert take the video surveillance and compare it to our perpetrator. He confirmed that the features of the person matched Ace," the director finished.

"Okay," Abbie said as she continued to mess with her computer to tweak the settings to get what she wanted.

Finally, a screen popped up showing five sets of finger prints at once. Abigail was able to match the virtual finger print to one of the five sets on the screen. Once she had matched it, information about the person whose prints were his or hers.

"Those fingerprints belong to Ace alright," Abbie confirmed our suspicions.

"Do you think that you could print a document out for us to use against him?" I asked.

"Most certainly, just give me a second to print my findings out," she said cheerfully.

Once Abigail gave us the piece of paper and my gun back to us, we bee lined it back to where it all started; the interrogation room.

"Ace there is no way to hide it now. We have your finger prints on my gun, an eyewitness that tells us that you were there and a surveillance video to prove it," I told my friend now made enemy, "You can now come clean or you suffer even more time for lying to us."

Ace now looked as nervous as a cat standing before a dog. I hoped that we had just caought him red handed.

"Alright, so what if I did side myself with Wayne, how does that change anything?" Ace finally gave in.

"Oh, it changes a lot more than you think," Jonathan argued, "You intentionally put us in harm's way back in Washington DC. You intentionally tipped off Wayne and his cronies to lure us into a trap! That changes a lot of things."

"We have a hunch that you know where Wayne's secret base is and if you do, telling us would be the right option," Greg gave Ace the option.

Ace was silent and gave us a look that he was not going to talk to us at all about the situation. He was not going to betray the one person who had probably given him a lot.

"Ace tell us," Camino asked as he started to give a tone of annoyance.

"His base is near San Antonio, Texas," Ace said reluctantly, "You will recognize it when you look from above, but you have to take flight like a dove."

"Will you quit with the riddles and tell us how to actually find his base?" Camino asked.

"He is saying you have to fly above the building to actually see where it is," I instructed my friend.

"Oh, right I knew that."

"But I won't tell you more," Ace clammed up.

"Tell us where it is!" Greg said becoming very angry with Ace for not telling him what he wanted to hear.

Ace just sat there silent, not an eye blinking or look of thoughtfulness crossed over his face. His unmoving demeanor showed that he was done with us. Director Alexander gave the orders to awaiting personnel to take him to a holding cell until we could transport him back to our England base.

I just had to ask him one last question before I would not see him again.

"Ace, why did you decide to side with Wayne?" I asked him halting to procession.

"I had no other choice, you see. Wayne is not just Greg's brother, he is also my father. I was only given the different name because my step father adopted me. He said he would kill my family if I didn't side with him and I have seen him destroy families before," Ace said downheartedly.

The agents pushed him forward, preventing me from asking anymore questions. But it opened my eyes. I now realized that he didn't do all of what he did to me out of hatred, he did them out of fear.

It made me also realize just how thankful that I didn't have a dad who would force me into something if I didn't want to. I came to grips just how much I miss my family and how much danger they really were in since they were in the company of Wayne; the man who is trying to take over the world.

But I was soon ripped from my thoughts as Jonathan, Camino and Greg came towards me.

"I have a new team building exercise for you three," Greg started, "I would like it if you could upgrade and repair your robots."

"But won't that take time that we don't have?" Jonathan questioned.

"I have had a team of workers doing as much as they can since your arrival here. They are almost done with most of the major repairs but it's up to you guys to finish the repairs and add things to them."

"I think that it would be a helpful tool as well as a mind diversion from the blow this team just had," Camino agreed.

"Let's go fix some robots," Jonathan exclaimed.