At the headquarters of the CIA stan was preparing to try to extract the information in front of a bathroom mirror, making time until she came, Sophie Quinnzel a murderous, bipolar and schizophrenic maniac, patient in the psychiatric hospital in Langley.
There have been rumors that she is now dealing with very dangerous terrorists, she also commented on blowing up a hotel with the vice president inside. It was not known much more alone that almost a month ago he escaped from the hospital with a bomb and nobody could see anything. Stan was a little scared, this girl became famous for murdering almost a whole plant of the mental hospital with a knife.
At 5 minutes bullock appeared to send stan to the interrogation room, walking down the aisles, they saw how the police officers were doing what they normally do, but some were shaking with fear, because in a way it is simpler to get in In your mind, but someone whose mind can not control it, not even oneself was impossible and unpredictable to know what they will do now.
They both came into the interrogation room a little worried, but seeing the girl handcuffed by the ankles and a straitjacket reassured them a little and with a deep breath deep Stan entered the room. Calm and serene or at least pretending to be, he slowly approached her and sat down on one of the chairs in front of her and began to evaluate her to see where to falter and to know her plan.
His half hair was oxygenated blond with green wicks and red tips, the other side was black with violet wicks and red tips. The bangs a blend of blond and black with electric blue tips. Her skin was clear with a small scar on the right cheek and under her left eye a heart-shaped cut. With pajamas and straitjackets, his eyes were frozen and serious without any feeling in her.
Stan was looking for something that could help, but was stopped by the voice of the prey
-You do not look anything like him-that comment alerted Stan
-To Whom?
-To your son
-You ... you know my son.- Stan was intrigued and frightened,
-You know one thing I hate chocolate, it has a disgusting taste, but I love chocolate donuts, how is that possible?
-do not change my subject-Stan's voice is serious and aggressive a silence is hovering over them only with the sound of the clock tick, the seconds passed and things got more tense, sophie started to play with His hands completely ignoring stan causing him to despair more and more. In a very short time the pressure was hovering over them the atmosphere was unbearable and stan could not but his jacket pulls a pistol and points at Sophie in the head, however she was very quiet
-you know the fucking difference between you and me is very simple you are paid to kill and justify it as "protect", I have the decency to do it for free and I do not deceive myself -Sophie could not help putting a smile Sadistic while listening to the voices in his head and they all had one thing in common to get out of here ...
Meanwhile in the port of rhode island the boys were inside a fishing boat about to leave but there was someone else besides them in there was meg Griffin