We walk into the holding area and I realize that this is the first time we have had every cell filled. Some of the cells have two people in them whereas the others have only one person. I have only heard stories of when it was last this full. My parents took down a terrorist group that decided to use Nashville as their hideout. The men and women either glare at us or shout insults as we pass them. By the looks of it, most have already been interrogated by my other two interrogation teams.
Getting to the end of the hallway, we can hear someone scream from behind the door. To let my agents know we were here, I use the side of my fist to bang on the door three times. We all wait until the door opens and Crusher pokes his head out.
"Good morning, Boss," he greets as he stops to the side to let us in.
