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She sat in the interrogation room, wrists cuffed in front of her. The one way mirror was on the wall behind her and she paid it no mind. She knew the drill. So she stayed in her chair, foot lightly bobbing absently as her leg was crossed over the other. And she waited.
Donovan watched her through the window. He'd looked at the guns confiscated from her car - two .45mm pistols and one tranquilizer dartgun. It'd taken him a few minutes to piece it together - she didn't shoot Alex dead, neither had the two men with her. The bullets were blanks and the shot that dropped Alex was a tranqdart that Litha had fired. Problem was, the team with him didn't know that. Jake was fit to be tied and wanted to shove that smug smirk down her throat and Alex wanted to put the woman through the wall... after she was able to walk steadily.
It was 3 in the morning and he knew that time was running out for Litha's plan. He just had to figure out what her plan was.
The interrogator in the room with Litha groaned and stood up, throwing a defeated look towards the mirror as he left.
"Dammit she's a pain in the neck to crack."
"She's good. Let me have a shot at her." and he went into the room.
Litha didn't look up as Donovan came around to stand in front of her.
"Why, Mr. Richards... or is that your real name? Hmmmmmm let me think, let me think... No, I don't think it is. Mr. Donovan. Agent Frank Donovan." the smugness just oozed out of her voice.
"What's going on Seska. Help me out here. The entire police force thinks you are a copkiller."
"Oh, I'm no killer."
"No? Then why did you murder Alex?"
"It was for the best really. There are things here that you don't understand, Agent Donovan."
"Help me understand them."
"to understand them, you'd have to get inside my mind. And it's not a safe place for you to be." Which was true. She was bound by handcuffs... and even in this sticky situation, she was plotting all sorts of perverted and kinky things to do to him and with him when this was over.
"Why? Do you think I'd be frightened of what's inside your mind?"
"I wouldn't blame you if you were, sometimes I frighten myself." She looked up with a grin. 'Lets see if he can follow the lines.' she thought. If he could grasp her double speech, he'd be 10 steps ahead of everyone else.
"I don't frighten easily. What are you up to Seska?"
"Revenge."
"Against Montcalvez?"
"No."
"Then who?"
She smiled... "I've been after him for three years or more, and if you let me go, I promise not to kill anyone else but him."
"Your promises have little weight now, Seska. You're already a killer." He knew now that she was after Callahan... she'd said so plainly. Until now it'd been speculation. That meant Callahan was showing himself in the next few days.
"Am I?"
"Yes, Alex, remember? We have the weapon."
"Ahhh Agent Donovan. I'm disappointed. You and I both know that I didn't kill Alex. Forensic evidences are wondrous things." And truthfully, she hadn't. The two men with Litha were undercover agents that answered to Litha. And she'd told them flat out to use blanks in their guns. The shot she'd fired was from a tranquilizer gun with just enough sedative to knock Alex unconscious for a few hours.
"30 shots we heard and you were seen leaving the scene of the crime. I think you did kill Alex."
The smug smile broadened into a grin "Better me than Montcalvez or his dog."
Donovan looked at her. She'd called Callahan Montcalvez's dog. And she'd told both him and Alex that she could only protect Alex for so long... "So, you emptied 30 bullets into her?"
"oh come on Agent Donovan, you are an intelligent man. You have my guns. Both clips are full. And if you match my caliber to the shell casings on the ground, you'll find they don't match at all. I use .45s and I do believe the people who shot Alex were using .38s" she'd just shot their evidence out of the water.
And he knew it. Inside he was laughing his head off. Outside he scowled.
"So, since the guns don't match, and we can't play anymore, how about you take these things off. They're chafing my wrists and I really do have business to attend to." she held up her wrists and stood.
Donovan came around the table, key in hand. When he got close enough to hear her whisper, she said "10 am on the waterfront. Subvocal transmitter and earpiece. Just like old times."
He slipped the cuffs off and she backed up with a smile. Then, picking up her coat and putting it on, she began to sing, "I paid my last respects this morning on an early grave, I'm ready to say goodbye, there's nothing left to say..." all the way down the hall and out of the police station.
Donovan could only smile. That's Litha for you. And he had to hurry if he was going to be ready with the rest of his team when Litha snapped Callahan in the privates.
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She sat in the interrogation room, wrists cuffed in front of her. The one way mirror was on the wall behind her and she paid it no mind. She knew the drill. So she stayed in her chair, foot lightly bobbing absently as her leg was crossed over the other. And she waited.
Donovan watched her through the window. He'd looked at the guns confiscated from her car - two .45mm pistols and one tranquilizer dartgun. It'd taken him a few minutes to piece it together - she didn't shoot Alex dead, neither had the two men with her. The bullets were blanks and the shot that dropped Alex was a tranqdart that Litha had fired. Problem was, the team with him didn't know that. Jake was fit to be tied and wanted to shove that smug smirk down her throat and Alex wanted to put the woman through the wall... after she was able to walk steadily.
It was 3 in the morning and he knew that time was running out for Litha's plan. He just had to figure out what her plan was.
The interrogator in the room with Litha groaned and stood up, throwing a defeated look towards the mirror as he left.
"Dammit she's a pain in the neck to crack."
"She's good. Let me have a shot at her." and he went into the room.
Litha didn't look up as Donovan came around to stand in front of her.
"Why, Mr. Richards... or is that your real name? Hmmmmmm let me think, let me think... No, I don't think it is. Mr. Donovan. Agent Frank Donovan." the smugness just oozed out of her voice.
"What's going on Seska. Help me out here. The entire police force thinks you are a copkiller."
"Oh, I'm no killer."
"No? Then why did you murder Alex?"
"It was for the best really. There are things here that you don't understand, Agent Donovan."
"Help me understand them."
"to understand them, you'd have to get inside my mind. And it's not a safe place for you to be." Which was true. She was bound by handcuffs... and even in this sticky situation, she was plotting all sorts of perverted and kinky things to do to him and with him when this was over.
"Why? Do you think I'd be frightened of what's inside your mind?"
"I wouldn't blame you if you were, sometimes I frighten myself." She looked up with a grin. 'Lets see if he can follow the lines.' she thought. If he could grasp her double speech, he'd be 10 steps ahead of everyone else.
"I don't frighten easily. What are you up to Seska?"
"Revenge."
"Against Montcalvez?"
"No."
"Then who?"
She smiled... "I've been after him for three years or more, and if you let me go, I promise not to kill anyone else but him."
"Your promises have little weight now, Seska. You're already a killer." He knew now that she was after Callahan... she'd said so plainly. Until now it'd been speculation. That meant Callahan was showing himself in the next few days.
"Am I?"
"Yes, Alex, remember? We have the weapon."
"Ahhh Agent Donovan. I'm disappointed. You and I both know that I didn't kill Alex. Forensic evidences are wondrous things." And truthfully, she hadn't. The two men with Litha were undercover agents that answered to Litha. And she'd told them flat out to use blanks in their guns. The shot she'd fired was from a tranquilizer gun with just enough sedative to knock Alex unconscious for a few hours.
"30 shots we heard and you were seen leaving the scene of the crime. I think you did kill Alex."
The smug smile broadened into a grin "Better me than Montcalvez or his dog."
Donovan looked at her. She'd called Callahan Montcalvez's dog. And she'd told both him and Alex that she could only protect Alex for so long... "So, you emptied 30 bullets into her?"
"oh come on Agent Donovan, you are an intelligent man. You have my guns. Both clips are full. And if you match my caliber to the shell casings on the ground, you'll find they don't match at all. I use .45s and I do believe the people who shot Alex were using .38s" she'd just shot their evidence out of the water.
And he knew it. Inside he was laughing his head off. Outside he scowled.
"So, since the guns don't match, and we can't play anymore, how about you take these things off. They're chafing my wrists and I really do have business to attend to." she held up her wrists and stood.
Donovan came around the table, key in hand. When he got close enough to hear her whisper, she said "10 am on the waterfront. Subvocal transmitter and earpiece. Just like old times."
He slipped the cuffs off and she backed up with a smile. Then, picking up her coat and putting it on, she began to sing, "I paid my last respects this morning on an early grave, I'm ready to say goodbye, there's nothing left to say..." all the way down the hall and out of the police station.
Donovan could only smile. That's Litha for you. And he had to hurry if he was going to be ready with the rest of his team when Litha snapped Callahan in the privates.
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