"Hello, Mister Gates," a voice from the front seat spoke gruffly. It was easy to recognize and Ben's stomach dropped. His fingers tensed in frustration. Sadusky.
"Hey," Ben said simply, his head dropping on the seat in front of him. Peter Sadusky didn't respond any further.
"You must really like us," Riley muttered next to Ben. Sadusky chuckled darkly.
"I'm starting to think it's the other way around," he replied grimly. Riley raised his eyebrows, sighed, and sat back in his seat. Sadusky paused. "I don't know what's going on, Ben. There are some crazy people in this world." Ben looked up at Sadusky in the rearview mirror in surprise.
"Wait, are you assuming we're innocent?" Ben questioned the older agent in front of him. Peter shrugged nonchalantly, slipping on his sunglasses.
"I can't assume anything. Especially with you, Gates," he responded, "I don't see why you would want to steal your own treasures back from the most world renowned museums in the world. But then again, I didn't see why anyone in their right mind would try to steal the Declaration of Independence. Or the President of the United States."
Riley and Ben glanced at each other wordlessly, growing silent for the next few minutes and feeling the tension grow helplessly. Sadusky broke the silence.
"I like you, Gates. And we've already put you through a bunch of mess in the past. So I hope that we have evidence to prove something to your benefit," he began, then he sighed, "but I just don't know. We gotta do our job." Ben's mouth shut into a fine, determined line on his face. Riley closed his eyes in frustration. His thoughts drifted back to the surreal experience they had just had with the dozens of police cars crowding around Ben's house, cold handcuffs, seeing his family behind him wondering what was going on. He felt like a failure. Years of happiness and success after the Templar treasure and the City of Gold had all lead up to this?
Soon the car began slowing, pulling into a slow, grueling stop.
"Alright guys," Sadusky said as he exited the car, "let's hope things go well." Ben and Riley exited the vehicle, looking upon the all-too-familiar FBI building that loomed above them. With every step towards the door, the two men felt dread. They didn't bother to glance at each other. After knowing each other for so long, Ben and Riley had figured each other out. Neither of them was happy about the situation and neither of them had a good feeling about the outcome. They just hoped that they were wrong.