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gestured to Dustin who looked ready to pounce on Agent Slater. He then wagged his finger asking his friend a question, “What was that cool line from that crazy robot movie we watched at your house with your kids before the boxing match on cable last month?”

    “You mean the one where the robots change into stuff while hanging out with the little half Jewish kid?” Dustin returned building on Mark’s skit.

    “Yeah,” Mark snapped his fingers, “When the solider put his gun in the face of the doofus with the Superman looking shirt and the Aloha draws and said, “We don’t take orders from people that don’t exist”.

    “Yeah that’s right,” Dustin smiled then turned to Agent Slater now grilling him, “We don’t take orders from assholes that don’t exist.”

    “Is there a problem Agent Slater?” The question came from the man in the grey suit standing in the middle of the lethal injection room stopping the ensuing brawl that appeared to about to take place between Armitage, Mercer, and the muscle in black.

    Armitage pushed pass Slater to confront his apparent boss, as Agent Slater continued to have a stare down match with Mercer who was only an inch shorter than he was and ready to go.

    “Yeah, you can say there’s a problem”, Mark fired at the man in grey, “This is an official F.B.I investigation not M.I.B…so what the hell are you doing in my crime scene?”

    The man in the grey suit finally introduced himself to Armitage who did not really care at this point, “Director Arthur Rosen…I am here running my own investigation with my team.”

    “Who is your “team”? What department do you come from?” Mark demanded to know.

    “Unfortunately I cannot divulge that to you Agent Armitage,” Director Rosen said with a half apologetic tone, “What I can tell you is that my department is better equipped to handle this situation than you are. So you should just stand down and allow us to work.”

    “What situation may that be?” Mark pretended to be stupid to what was going on.

    “No need for cynicism Agent Armitage,” Director Rosen smirked, “You know very well what the situation is…”

    Mark moved closer to the Director giving him his trademark fear of God look, “This is what I do know, you fly in here on your fancy helicopter outside, with your “team” and your Jason Bourne reject over there impeding in a Federal Bureau investigation and contaminating my crime scene. You flash a badge I’ve never seen before along with a suspect title, and you refuse to tell me what department or organization within our United States Government you claim you hail from so I can check your so-called credentials. That gives me probable cause to arrest you, your whole party, and throw you into a deep dark cell until you do decide to tell me or until I can verify if you’re bullshitting me or not.”

    Director Rosen openly laughed at Armitage’s attempt to intimidate him, “I can assure you that won’t happen.”

    “You think not?” Mark advanced forward again with the intention of yoking the good Director up in his high priced suit, and slap some cuffs on him to prove who was really in charge when his ear caught the sound of a firearm drawn from a leather holster. Part of him thought he would actually see something shiny and high tech like from out of the movies. Instead, Agent Slater, who had drawn on him, held in his hand a standard issued Glock 23 sidearm with laser sighting pointed at the side of his head.

    A now livid Mercer stunned that Agent Slater would have the gall to attempt such a thing pulled out his side arm four seconds later pointing it at the Agent’s head. Agent Slater however does not flinch from the apparent threat to his life.

    “Drop it asshole! Drop it now!” Dustin barked forcing his agents along with the agents who accompanied Director Rosen as well as local authorities who were in the vicinity to go for their service weapons.

    Armitage had been in some