A young indian girl sat patiently in a tiny office in West Virginia. She wore her stange blond hair in a loose ponytail that was tied back with a scrunci. On her forehead was a tiny red dot, a symbol of her hindu heritage. She was dressed in casual slacks and a white tank top. She had been whereing a black overcoat, but she had abandoned that by slinging it over the office chair she currently she currently sat on. Presently, she began to drum her well manicured fingers on the side of her cheek, and looked vaguely around the room. Like most "offices" kept by the Federal Bureu of Investigation, it was a Spartan affair with white washed walls, a bare cement floor, and a metal table that was furnished with two fraying grey office chairs, one which the girl the sat on, the other across the table from her. Directly opposite from her was a solid metal door, which she seemed to notice for the first time. A grated window revealed the shadows of two men talking. Presently, one of the voices stopped, and the shadows shifted away. Suddenly, the large door swung open the door.
In stepped a large man of caucasion ancestry. He wore shrewd looking glasses and a plain blue suit, accentuated with a striped navy tie. He withdrew the grey chair, and sat at it, while swinging a black briefcase onto the metal table. He punched in a code on the lock of the briefcase, and snapped it open crisply. He withdrew a file folder, and placed it solemnly upon the desk. He locked the briefcase, and place it silently on the ground next to his chair. The Indian girl scaned the cool manila cover, but it was blank.
"Ms. Kaolla Su," said the man, addressing the girl for the first time and flipping through the file, "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Thomas Jurgonsun, I'm with the FBI. The girl did not respond but only regarded him with a look faint amusement.
"Seems like you have quite a record with us, Ms. Su," he said, opening a different part of the folder, "We've got you on bank fraud, forgery counterfeiting, hacking, espionage, obstruction of justice, and theft of property from a grocery store, specifically fifty thousand bananas, quite a record for a girl of only seventeen years of age." The girl shrugged easily, acknowledging that she understood him, and crossed her legs.
"As you can see, with such information, we have more than enough evidence to put you away for most of your adult life, however, you are not native to the United States, correct?" The girl said nothing, but nodded her head briefly.
"Fortunatly, I would say for you, your country's government is quite interested in you, and is putting pressure on Washington to get you extradited," the man continued, "but, I am informed by my colleagues that you have very little desire to your home country. Therefore, we believe we can come to some sort of mutually beneficial deal." The girl raised an eyebrow at this, and seemed to start taking interest in the conversation.
"It seems that our good friends over at the Central Intellegence Agency have taken an interest in your case as well. They believe you would be a valuable asset, if, you could be persuaded to cooperate with them. So, here's the deal. You join the CIA, and we hide you from your home country. Are you interested?"
The girl leaned forward across the table, so her face was directly in front of the FBI agent's, "Oh yes. I'm very interested."