A collaborated work of Dioxide and Darkmatter
"Gretch, what was that?"
Gretchen was just as clueless as Vix, and probably as terrified at herself as Vix at she. We're talking about lasers piercing through doors and car tyres, and scorching the ground - who wouldn't be scared? Vix unexpectedly did not react so fearfully as Gretchen had thought: Gretchen reached for her to pull her up and carefully brought her back into the kitchen. She took a look back behind her, and the rainbow trail was slowly starting to fade, like a smoke trail that dissipating into nothing.
"There's nothing much I can tell because I don't know myself. All I ask of you is that you don't tell anyone else about this." They both jumped as a gust of wind blew the door with the vaporized door knob back into the frame. "This... we'll just say they did this."
"Yeah but... Gretchen what's going on? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine... I-... I don't know. Listen, people still need our help. Team A's helping around at the docks with the freak accident, and we're here, tending to people's needs. I heard Team A's not doing very well either - there's just way too much going on. But we have to keep going - who else will? Come on, let's see to them now.." With that, Vix wasn't entirely reassured, but she nodded, an understanding smile but her eyes showed insecurity. Gretchen was just the same, but her spirit, long-tested against a lifetime of turbulence, kept her strong.
"Thank you for saving me, by the way. That was... cool," and Vix walked back to the main hall to help the injured. What followed next were phone calls, reporting the incident to her supervisors and the relevant authorities. Next after that was the resumption of duty with what little food they had, the chefs scrambling to make do with what they had, hoping to calm people down. They announced they'd end early, and Gretchen didn't expect much more for the day, hopefully. It's a life lesson to be accepting of what you have when you have very little of anything at all. The people understood.
“Eh hi. Yeah hello?” Words fumbled a bit. “I’m with the Bureau, is there a chance we could go somewhere to talk.” Holding his badge out briefly he continued, “I just have a few questions regarding an err, ongoing investigation.”
"Oh no who's this? Why's he got a badge? What did I do?"
"Could it be because of what I did..? No way, there's no way. Why be so suspicious? He's probably just health authorities, checking up on inspection, or maybe just the friendly neighbourhood officer keeping things in check."
"Hi there, officer.. Andrew. What seems to be the problem?' Gretchen coupled this with her signature wide grin, her perfect white teeth and squinted eyes that mixed the elements of cute and sexiness.
She sure was attractive he thought, but he got more than a hint that she knew it. Trying not to fall for the smile he continued, attempting to be curt and professional.
"I'm just doing some routine questioning with regards an incident earlier today." His voice was gentle and pleasant, not because of any kind-hearted intentions, but because he just didn't really care all that much for this duty and was just treating it like a day out from the office.
"Is there perhaps somewhere we can talk?"
"An incident, you say? Well, there was a robbery about an hour ago. I reported it to the authories... to be frank I wasn't expecting someone to actually show up; the last few times this happened... no one really did. If you want to talk, then we can do it out back. Follow me." She turned with unintended finesse, a good sway to her motions while otherwise maintaing professional posture. She looked back at the officer, and with her forefigner pointed at the door. Then the idea of a burnt door seemed poor to her, so she brought her out through another door. This one was mainly for the door where the delivery came in, closer to the fridge and all - far from the burnt door that was, though just right in view as they walked into the kitchen. This, for this fact, walked curtly and looked busy while doing it, inspecting the kitchen only briefly then exitting the door.
Following the direction the women indicated, Andrew withdrew his small e-pad from his trouser pocket and swiped it open. Making a new note section he quickly swirled with his finger two words 'suspicious witness'.
Once outside, he flicked to a fresh page, accompanied by a faint bleep, and swizzled open a panel from the side and tapped record. before placing the device back in his pocket.
"So, eh, Gretchen is it?" he announced. New to this interrogation deal it wasn't as easy as it was in the movies. "Don't mind if I call you that I suppose." He was trying to sound authorative yet welcoming, not an easy thing to muster when you're tripping over your own thoughts.
"Well yes, that crime is being resolved by local law enforcement. Those suspects were caught fleeing at high speed less than quarter of a mile from here soon after. I'm here in a different capactiy, I'm sure a detective will be contacting you for a statement." Surely she wasn't this naive he thought.
"Anyway, I'm here because, actually, of a report issued by the suspects. They claimed, rather fantastically, that they were assaulted by, and I'm quoting here..." Reaching into his pocket he grabbed the device again and swished to the relevant section.
" 'A blond bimbo what shot some kind of lasers at us so it was.' Naturally, these somewhat sensational claims are what have me here, in my capacity with the Bureau, which leads me to my first question. What do you know about this? "
At this stage, having taken stock of most everyone around, Andrew knew for definite, either his suspect had fled the scene immediately, or was stood in front of him.
"Oh", just the one word that entered her mind as she slowly panicked. Her face, however, showed no indication of this, at least she thought. Instead, her worried thoughts gave her a worried look that was, promptly, appropriate.
"Lasers? How does that work? Aren't those machines that shoot them huge? I also couldn't have seen much; I was trying to help my friend Vix who was being brave but quite zealous."
"I mean, it was quite sunny not too long ago... doesn't light reflect on glass and water or something? It could have been that, too.." It didn't feel very good to lie... but.. she had no idea what to do. She had no idea what was going on so... she decided to play it "naive" for now.
She dug her hand into her hair, swiping and moving it around to fix it up. It flowed and heaved healthily, and seemingly gleamed with the sunlight, what little of it now that it was past above them. "I'm also not the only blonde in the world, you know?" She followed this with a wink and a giggle, its brevity proportional to how adorable it looked. She learned that trick quite a while back. She didn't consider it abuse of her beauty: she just knew how to work with what she had.
"Ah ha well yes, I know you're not the only blonde in the world." He definitely knew a thing or two about blondes.
"The question is though were you the only blonde here around an hour ago?" Cutting to the chase seemed the order of the day. She was dodging the questions and he wasn't sure if he wasn't entirely falling for her charms.
"Well, were you?" he quizzed again. Don't judge a book by it's cover, if the Bureau had a creed, it was that.
"Well, yes, I was. I don't shoot lasers though, if you're going to ask that next." She stiffened herself up, crossing her arms across her ample chest. She seemed taller than him, and they were on level ground. "Anything else, officer?"
It was her, it had to be. She was being far too lackadaisical. The nonchalane she displayed only heightened his concerns. If it wasn't her, she at least knew something, definitely, he thought. New to the job sure, but he hadn't been called aside for no good reason, he was a good sleuth.
"Ma'am, I'd like you to just come with me to the station just to answer a few more questions." He said, beckoning across the road to his sleek black unmarked cruiser.
Gretchen knew there was no way out of this. If she tried to deny and avoid him, it'd only solidify his suspicions of her. She turned back to the kitchen door and there Vix was. She gave her a reassuring nod, and looked back to the daunting experience about to come.
What is to become of her?
Perhaps this one word. The same word uttered to Officer Andrew.
"Okay."
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