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Bette continued to shake her head, “what are the other possibilities?”
Greyson stared at her, “he kills them all.”
Unknown Location: April 5, 1997
She felt like she was moving. The creaks of the wheelchair echoed through the hallway as an unidentified figure pushed her over the uneven slabs of concrete.
Opening her hazel eyes, she was embraced by a flash of white. Blinking repeatedly, she tried to focus her disoriented vision with no luck.
Looking up at the ceiling, she began to shake as the coldness seeped into her skin. Flashbacks of the other night flashed across her already blurry vision, bringing her pain back.
“For an Agent like yourself,” the raspy voice whispered in the blonde’s ear, “you’re not very smart.”
Tina jerked her head away; immediately feeling a wave of nausea hit her in the stomach.
The unidentified man’s raspy laugh died down as he parked the wheelchair in front of the destination. Grabbing a needle from an enclosed case on the counter, he slowly walked over to the blonde strapped agent.
Washington D.C. : April 5, 1997
Shaking her head to try to stay awake, Delia got up from her desk and headed towards the coffee machine for the ninth time that night.
“It’s been 3 days,” AJ whispered, handing the raven-haired agent a cup from the cabinet. “3 days since Kenny was taken.”
Delia bit her lower lip and downed a shot of expresso, “don’t even think about reading me the statistics.”
AJ shook her head as a tear escaped, “trust me-I don’t even want to think of them.”
Delia filled her up and turned around to look around the office. It was nearing 3 a.m., yet there were dozens of Agents walking around like the night of the living dead.
“I tried to get some sleep,” AJ interrupted Delia’s thoughts. “I just can’t.”
“I haven’t slept since she was taken,” Delia replied, taking a gulp of her steaming coffee and wincing as the dark liquid burned her throat. “And I won’t until we find her.”
AJ nodded as she looked across the bureau, “she’s the glue.”
Delia looked to her right to see the blonde spacing out, “I know.”
AJ looked up into Delia’s large doe eyes, “well-let’s go find her.”