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[[Non Journal Entry]]
It had been hours after her initial arrest during the early hours of the morning that the door to the cramped interview room opened and Bethany looked up from her idle observation of a peeling tile on the far wall.
“Well?” She asked, shaking back her blonde hair as she straightened up. “How was my paperwork? All in order, I hope?”
There was a clearly uncomfortable shift of the young agent’s weight from foot to foot and a reluctant clearing of his throat. “Yes, all in order.” He dropped a brown folder down in front of her. “We wouldn’t need to go through these steps if you just cooperated with us, Miss Richards.”
Bethany rolled her eyes and turned her gaze to assessing the tips of her nails. “I assure you that the last thing I want to be doing is cooperating with the likes of yourselves.” She tipped her head and regarded him with cool eyes. “Am I free to go then? A free very legal visitor to the United States?”
“Yes,” he muttered softly. “You’re free to go.”
“Wonderful.” Bethany gathered her things and slid her jacket on over her shoulders, pulling the collar up to hide the bruises all over again. “Because as much fun as this has been, I do have other things to attend to.” She rose to her feet, resting her weight on precarious pinpricks of heels and turned, clicking echoing off the walls.
“Miss Richards?”
Bethany paused as her hand reached for the handle and she turned her head, merely lifting an eyebrow.
“We’ll be watching you, just so you know.”
She gave a small disbelieving snort and shook her head. “What else is new?” She took one last lingering look at the young man. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again.” And beneath the smile and beyond the courtesy was the suggestion of malice, translating to an uneasiness that suffocated the room and swallowed any and all light with its weight.
As soon as it had washed over him it was gone, the dull clunk of the door closing in the absence of one Bethany Richards.
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