Kate

Castle was well, and truly, obsessed. His "interrogation room" was almost an exact replica of ours, except the walls were a deep black and a medium sized flat screen TV was mounted on the wall. Not only that, but the observation room had comfy chairs, a high-end coffee maker, and a popcorn machine.

Shaw had the pleasure of watching from the observation room.

"Mr Dano, where were you between the hours of 1am and 3am this night?" I asked. I flipped Jon's SLS coin.

"I was in my hotel room, sleeping," he answered, "Why?"

"Can any one corroborate that?" I asked.

"No, I was alone," he explained, "Am I being charged with something here?"

"You look in pretty good shape, Matt," Castle noted, "I bet you kept in shape from your time in the Force Recon, right?"

"Yeah, helps me pick up chicks," he replied cheekily.

"And some of their skills as-well?" Castle continued, "Running, marching, killing with your bare hands."

"Wait, what?" he asked, "You think I killed someone?"

"You served with Sergeant Major Jon Trevodur for six months, correct?" I questioned.

"Luckiest decision I ever made in my life," he mused, "Saved my bacon three times."

"He also taught you what eventually became known as 'Trevodur MCMAP'?"

"Yeah. Man was a genius," he said, "Every time he transfered, I went with him. Wasn't at all surprised he won the medal twice. May the bastard rest in peace."

I wanted to slap the son of a bitch. "Bastard" was he? My friend, the man who told me how to deal with my mother's murder, was a bastard? I saw Castle's eyes flick towards me. I kept my face a careful neutral.

I hit a button the remote lying on the table. The clip of Tanner fighting three guards played.

"That's Super MCslap," he commented.

"Super MCslap?"

"Yeah, it's one of the names we thought up for Trevodur MCMAP."

"Well, in 2008," I began, "A man used 'Super MCslap' to kill twenty-one people in Memphis. The man who claimed responsibility was Jake Tanner."

He gulped and started to sweat, "You think I'm Jake Tanner, the infamous assassin?"

"Well, lets see," Castle flipped open a folder, "You left the military on April 23, 2008. By the time you left, you had sniper training, basic knowledge of explosives, knife fighting, and 'Civilian Infiltration' essentially a fancy name for changing your identity and blending in with a crowd. And thanks to the Good Sergeant Major, you also have advanced hand-to-hand combat skills."

"Everything you need to kill and get away with it," I challenged. He cringed away from me, "I have enough to send you to the feds and they will send you to Gitmo so fast it will make your head spin."

"Wait, I'm not Jake Tanner!" he pleaded.

"Really?" I slammed photos on the table, "This man? His name is Sergei Romanov. Jake Tanner took credit for his murder. This is Marcus Wright. He's missing, and he worked with Romanov. And unless we find him, and he confirms that you didn't kill Romanov, you are going to be charged with terrorism."

We got up and left him speechless in the interrogation room.

Alexis

I grabbed my books and put them in my bag. Paige was waiting down stairs for our study session. She needed help in English Lit and I needed help in French. Just another Friday night.

I pushed the down button on the elevator and waited impatiently. I rocked back and forth on my heels in boredom. The elevators were always slow in this building.

Finally the elevator opened.

I screamed as I saw the sight within.

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