Out of nowhere, one of the FBI agents opened the entryway as me and Petrov checked him out. "Hello, Agent Nelson needs you all moved," he said, as disarray stumbled into our countenances and we both took a gander at one another briefly prior to standing up and leaving the room, passing by Nelson who gave us a phony grin as we went past her.
"Rocke did really," she made sense of, as I now nodded in understanding as she drove us towards the lifts, as well as a few different agents in dark suits with their eyes covered with shades, while conveying assault rifles which they pointed towards the ground as they strolled.
She shut the lift entryways, and quietness ran between us for a couple of seconds as we kept on strolling through the lobbies of the FBI working peacefully, before we arrived at another room where there were more FBI agents and many more agents that were wearing dark.
How much was there?
