that meant they probably bugged her room. They may even have cameras in her room the fucking perverts. That was why they would know she was in the eighth district for three nights in a row. English and his crew could have been watching her for days and she wouldn’t have known if they were really good.
Sarah knew she wasn’t as talented as an international spy. She was quite aware of her abilities. If professionals were following her, there was a high chance she wouldn’t know they were there.
Unless Vivian told her about it. But she hadn’t. Other than her parents, only Parkman knew how she worked and that Sarah and Vivian’s only goals were to stop criminals or to save people from dying who weren’t supposed to go yet. If it wasn’t their time, Sarah was dispatched. It was that simple.
But she would never be a lab experiment. And if that’s what was happening here then Vivian had saved her by staying uncharacteristically silent.
Sarah had to remember that there may be times when things were at work that would be greater than her. Things that even she had to figure out. She had to learn to trust.
That sucks. Trust is fucked. I trust no one.
Trust had always been an anonymous rotting corpse. You know it once lived somewhere, but you can now see it’s only good for worm food. Worthless shit.
Imre stood up and left the room without another word. She could only assume he was watching her from the other side of the two-way glass.
She lifted her paper cup and drained the rest of the warm coffee. It tasted great as it was probably after three or four in the afternoon and she hadn’t eaten anything since the continental breakfast at the hotel.
The door burst open after about a five minute wait. The noise and speed at which the door opened made her jump back.
Reflexes were great but sometimes they sucked too.
“Lucky for you I wasn’t still drinking my coffee.”
“Threats? Is that how we’re going to start our conversation?”
The man speaking was the immigration officer she’d first met at the hotel. The one who had smiled like he was up to something. Like he knew something.
Behind him stood Imre.
“Is this the bad cop, good cop routine? Come on, do something else. I’ve seen this a thousand times. You’re going to yell and curse and then threaten me with a bunch of unfounded charges and try to scare the shit out of me. Then he,” she pointed at Imre, “will offer me a deal for a confession and everything will go away and be all right again.”
She paused and looked directly at the immigration prick.
“Let me save you the time. I know what you’re up to. I also know that I haven’t broken any of your laws. So arrest me or let me leave because you’re not just wasting your time, you’re wasting mine too.”
The immigration officer only moved to look back at Imre. For a second she actually thought she was getting to them.
The asshole smiled and looked back at her. He leaned down and placed both hands on the table.
“Have it your way.” He stood back up, adjusted his suit jacket and said, “Arrest her.”
Sarah’s eyes widened a little. “On what charge?”
“Conspiracy to commit murder and attempted murder.”
“What? That’s ridiculous. You can’t prove any of that.”
“Oh yes I can. We have everything we need on you to prove that you are hunting a man by the name of Armond Stuart. You went to great lengths to nab him in the United States before you came here and now you have crossed International borders in your pursuit of hunting a known fugitive of the law. You are not a Federal agent or a police officer in any capacity. Therefore, your search for Armond has only one goal. And your attempt to steal a weapon last night was only to further your aims. I know all about you, Sarah Roberts.”
He stood back up to his full height.
“You will be in a Hungarian prison doing
Sarah knew she wasn’t as talented as an international spy. She was quite aware of her abilities. If professionals were following her, there was a high chance she wouldn’t know they were there.
Unless Vivian told her about it. But she hadn’t. Other than her parents, only Parkman knew how she worked and that Sarah and Vivian’s only goals were to stop criminals or to save people from dying who weren’t supposed to go yet. If it wasn’t their time, Sarah was dispatched. It was that simple.
But she would never be a lab experiment. And if that’s what was happening here then Vivian had saved her by staying uncharacteristically silent.
Sarah had to remember that there may be times when things were at work that would be greater than her. Things that even she had to figure out. She had to learn to trust.
That sucks. Trust is fucked. I trust no one.
Trust had always been an anonymous rotting corpse. You know it once lived somewhere, but you can now see it’s only good for worm food. Worthless shit.
Imre stood up and left the room without another word. She could only assume he was watching her from the other side of the two-way glass.
She lifted her paper cup and drained the rest of the warm coffee. It tasted great as it was probably after three or four in the afternoon and she hadn’t eaten anything since the continental breakfast at the hotel.
The door burst open after about a five minute wait. The noise and speed at which the door opened made her jump back.
Reflexes were great but sometimes they sucked too.
“Lucky for you I wasn’t still drinking my coffee.”
“Threats? Is that how we’re going to start our conversation?”
The man speaking was the immigration officer she’d first met at the hotel. The one who had smiled like he was up to something. Like he knew something.
Behind him stood Imre.
“Is this the bad cop, good cop routine? Come on, do something else. I’ve seen this a thousand times. You’re going to yell and curse and then threaten me with a bunch of unfounded charges and try to scare the shit out of me. Then he,” she pointed at Imre, “will offer me a deal for a confession and everything will go away and be all right again.”
She paused and looked directly at the immigration prick.
“Let me save you the time. I know what you’re up to. I also know that I haven’t broken any of your laws. So arrest me or let me leave because you’re not just wasting your time, you’re wasting mine too.”
The immigration officer only moved to look back at Imre. For a second she actually thought she was getting to them.
The asshole smiled and looked back at her. He leaned down and placed both hands on the table.
“Have it your way.” He stood back up, adjusted his suit jacket and said, “Arrest her.”
Sarah’s eyes widened a little. “On what charge?”
“Conspiracy to commit murder and attempted murder.”
“What? That’s ridiculous. You can’t prove any of that.”
“Oh yes I can. We have everything we need on you to prove that you are hunting a man by the name of Armond Stuart. You went to great lengths to nab him in the United States before you came here and now you have crossed International borders in your pursuit of hunting a known fugitive of the law. You are not a Federal agent or a police officer in any capacity. Therefore, your search for Armond has only one goal. And your attempt to steal a weapon last night was only to further your aims. I know all about you, Sarah Roberts.”
He stood back up to his full height.
“You will be in a Hungarian prison doing
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