A woman in her mid forties sits cross legged on an armchair outside of a french restaurant. She's sipping from a tea cup elegantly. Like a queen would.
She watches on as pedestrians walk by going about their own business. She suddenly hears the sound of cars pulling up.
She puts down her cup and begins to pack up her things. She bends down to pick up her bag and when she raises her head she finds three SWAT vans already waiting for her.
She places a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh as she watches different officers pull out of the van guns in hand. Serious faced, loaded weapons and tear gas at the ready.
Something about seeing them so nervous brought back a feeling of nostalgia for the young women as she picks up her bag in her right hand, brings out a white handkerchief and waves it around to signal her surrender.
A few officers read her rights to her and led her to a waiting car. She sat down crosslegged like she was in an escort vehicle. The two officers sat at the driver and passengers seats while two others sat beside the woman. She looked at the stoic faces of the officers beside her.
Smiling.
Brushing her golden blonde hair to the side of her face before speaking.
"No handcuffs this time?"
There was a silence. Which only made her more enthusiastic to tease the officers more.
A few minutes later she arrived at large building which she was prevented from seeing as she was blindfolded.
She was led into the building and into the elevator. She is led into a room where her blindfold is taken off her.
She looks around the room, taking note of the clean white color the walls of the room have and begins to walk around. The room was quite large for an interrogation room. It was well maintained as well.
She moves gracefully casually brushing her hand on the table and gazing at the lighting the room has. A few minutes have passed.
She goes to stand in front of a largely conspicuous mirror on one of the walls in the room. She stares at it for a moment before tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
She smiles knowingly at her reflection before going back to be seated on the chair.
Just then an officer enters the room looking quite displeased. He was tasked with the responsibility of dealing with the savage princess that took no heed to face or status.
The officer had not even sat down when the spiteful remarks began to roll in.
"They sent me an ugly veteran, now I'm convinced that Matthew hates me"
Said the woman in a pout.
He was a middle aged man with brown hair and streaks of white showing in his hair. He had a very cavalier look on his face. Almost apathetic.
The officer was wearing a white button down shirt over brown trousers. His gun was visibly peeking out of his pocket.
It was needless to say that Miss Martha Smith was no respecter of persons.
The officer sat on the chair opposite her and began
"Do you know what you're charged with?"
"If being stuck in a room with a moustache like yours is a crime then I think I have a good idea"
"Martha Rebecca Smith you are being charged with treason, espionage, falsifying evidence in a murder case, theft of priceless jewelry and tax evasion. Do you know what that means?"
"It means I haven't been paying my taxes"
By now the officer is getting tired of his and his carefree moniker is beginning to fade. He stares back at the woman before him in utter disgust as he begins to interrogate her properly. He places his elbow on the table lowers his head slightly and frowns.
He says something just louder than a whisper. Smith hears him but decides to play dumb and cause some trouble while she's at it.
"What was that? I didn't get that last bit"
"What are your plans?"
He says in a louder voice.
Smith stares at him at first before her expression turns sinister and she leans forward and asks.
"Why? Do you intend to stop me?"
"Yes I do"
The officer responded confidently. Even Smith could sense the sudden change in his aura. It intrigued her.
"What's your name?"
"Bill Gray"
"An unattractive name for an unattractive person. My name is Martha Rebecca Smith."
The officer smiled slightly.
It wasn't the first time he had heard her name but hearing her introduce herself meant he was going to make progress on the case he was currently working. It wasn't the first time Miss Smith had been arrested or interrogated. Officers who had succeeded to a certain extent claimed that if she were interested she'll introduce herself. No officer besides detective Stone had ever successfully gotten her to talk but ol' Bill but he had a chance so he took it.
"Miss Smith tell me something. Who are the six flowers?"
"Straight to the point. I like it but I'm spilling the tea this easily. What are you giving me in return"
She said as she crossed her legs.
The officer thought carefully for a moment before agreeing to her demand.
Meanwhile outside the building, a man in his late forties wearing a white suit gets out of the driver seat of a police car wearing sun glasses. He takes them off as he scans the building.
The moment he enters he is immediately crowded with secretaries and officers reminding him of things he needs to get done. He raises his right hand and silences them.
"Where is she?"
He asks as a young women in her early twenties walks forward with a tablet in hand. She says
"She is currently being interrogated by officer Gray in room 29 on the fifth floor.
His eyes grew wide for a second before closing them as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Knowing how the obnoxious woman is eating a superior officer alive as they speak made him almost shed a tear.
"Courtney, come with me"
He tells her as he moves towards the elevator door as the others resume their chatter behind him.
They stand outside the room in front of a window that allows them to see and hear everything that goes on inside the room. He casually watched as one of his best gave away national secrets to the person he should be interrogating as the other officers watched in bewilderment.
He sighed before placing his hand on the door knob and entering the room.