I am soo sorry for the late upload, but I have my boards coming up, and honestly, I probably won't be uploading for a long time. I will, of course try my hardest, but it may take a few weeks.

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CHAPTER TWO: THE BLAME GAME

The man who was known to everyone as 'Q' walked down the corridor to the interrogation room. He had devoted his whole life to the ATAC, and had always prided himself on running the organization efficiently. Never had there been any screw ups.

That is, until now.

He pulled open the door to find the woman in question seated on one of the two chairs at the table, with barely-concealed terror on her face. She looked up as he walked in, and stood up immediately.

"Sir," she pleaded. "I had no idea-"

"Shut up and sit down."

She jumped back into her chair and watched him with wide, petrified eyes. Q started pacing the length of the room, taking deep breaths. Her Identification card was laid out on the table, her photograph smiling out at him. Q picked it up, tapping the hard plastic against his palm.

"So, Claire," He said finally, smiling at her. "I read your file. You're a real straight shooter. You've saved the lives of many agents, sometimes helped in the investigations as well, am I right?"

Claire smiled back, uncertainly. "Uh…yes sir, it was just this one time, I-"

"THEN WHY," He bellowed, banging his palms on the table. "DID YOU DO THE ONE THING YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO?"

Claire jumped, eyes filling with tears. "Sir, I had no choice, she was going to die, and she said she had important information-"

"So, why didn't you take a message?" He snarled.

"You had said never to interact about the mission, sir," She sobbed.

"Stop crying!" He yelled, and Claire immediately fell quiet, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"Look, Claire," Q said, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "That was the house of the only man who cannot, under any circumstances, know about Class Five. He could, and will, shut us down the moment he knows about it. Now, the good news is, he wasn't home at that time. The bad news is, his sons were. And the even worse news?"

Claire looked up at him, blinking furiously.

"We weren't able to get her message before she died of a gunshot wound."

"I-"

"Do you know how long that mission was?" He interrupted. "Four months. Four months of snooping around, gathering intelligence, all gone. She had the answer, Claire. She knew what was going on in there. And now she's dead."

Claire kept blinking, too terrified to speak.

"And it's all your fault."


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