1 Prologue

As I sit in a room awaiting to be questioned by an FBI interrogator my mind pondered everything I was going to be asked and started to think about what they may use if I didn't give them the right answer. The door opened and an agent walked in "good evening miss Moss how are you feeling tonight?" "Alright and how are you doing sweet heart?" He grinned as he looked at me "That's not gong to work on me miss Moss." "It's worth a try." Damn it they thought of that, but one down fifteen more options left. The guy sitting in front me looked at me confused "Miss Moss you are well aware that this isn't interrogation right?" "This isn't?" "No mama it is not all we want to know is what happened we've already have people talking to Mr. Kite and Mr. Wright and I'm here to talk to you specifically about Agent 38." So they still hadn't found him. "Ya I knew 38 for the past 3 years what of it?" "Well we just want to get your side of the story especially since your a 1st gen 38." So they wanted a story fine then. "Ok, but we're going to need coffee and some donuts because my past 3 years have been interesting."