Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 15. 2024
No one in the building is able to truly believe what is said to be going on. Who are those young people that were just brought in?
The girl is claimed to be the Phantom and the boy is her friend.
It sounds funny, like something straight out of an action novel.
The Phantom can't be that young. Cases about them have been about before those two existed.
Alessia and Phillípe are looked upon as insignificant children pulling a prank that has gone too far. They surely won't get out of this without a penalty and the cops can't wait to see their saddened faces as they leave with hefty fines or a week's jail time.
However, upon the arrival of the higher authorities, the department quietens down. You'll never know what's true unless you investigate, and this news attracts the attention of two teams (the CIA and FBI). They end up having a strong debate in the main entrance of the building about who should investigate.
Alessia doesn't know what's happening outside of where she is. They placed her in a soundproof room which looks more like a metal box. It has one door, locked, and a long, rectangular mirror is beside it, reflecting an image of her slouching in a chair of two, around a long table. Her hands are on the table, cuffed, and she finds it hard to keep her eyes open in the lulling silence, having not slept the night before, but they don't close completely. She peers through slits at her hands.
She's unable to tell how long she's been waiting, but the sun must have risen by now. Yes, it has, and the argument on the outside has been settled on a truce. It doesn't matter if they have the right person or not, identifying the nationality of this child alone can allow them to make a decision on who the case belongs to.
A representative from each team comes to stand behind the observation glass, watching her watch her restrained wrists in silence. Alessia is irked by the trauma it brings forth with Sebastian and his psychosis. She doesn't fidget, she's as still as a rock, staring deathly at the metal enclosed around her hands.
She doesn't look sane at all. One wants to say, but keeps quiet about it.
"She seems way too young to be the Phantom. Shouldn't the Phantom be middle-aged by now?" A woman inquires, eying the girl.
The male beside her nods in agreement. "You're right. Reports and stories started going around in twenty-ten This girl looks no more than fifteen."
At that, the woman looks to her right at the man from the CIA. "Let me see the documents they compiled in the short time she's been here."
"You'd be surprised at what I found." He states, passing it to her with amusement dazzling in his eyes.
Serious, she opens the folder and begins to read. She does it quickly, swallowing as if to be actually drinking in the information laid out in ink on paper. As soon as she's finished, the papers slap together, shut, and she's eager to interrogate the girl.
"Also," the man begins again, putting a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, "an anonymous tip came in recently about Petro Moskal. Don't you think it's weird how Alessia Sterling goes missing and turns up as Alessia Moskal, claiming to be the Phantom? After that tip came in too, when the tipper said they'd turn themselves in. They said the tipper sounded like an old southerner lady, but voice changers exist."
The woman chuckles deeply, knowing what he's trying to do. Buttering me up, I see... "We don't know for sure if she's really who she claims, however, there's something definitely going on." He already knows that his team has lost the moment he read the file.
"We'll just have to get to the bottom of this." He mumbles.
She smirks at the CIA agent and shakes her head. "My team and I will get to the bottom of this. She's American."
He stiffens, then spouts quickly. "What about the boy, he's English!" It's all in vain.
"He isn't involved and he got sent home." She smiles sweetly, "Sorry, but this case belongs to the FBI. Keep working hard."
The female FBI agent pats him on the back as she leaves the area, pulling her phone from her pocket to contact her team members.
"Yeah, it's Leslie..." — "We got it."