The man with a sharp jawline and dark hair looked at me with a discerning gaze, "Maximillian Sullivan, I'm a CIA agent."
I nodded.
He gestured towards the woman beside him, "And this is... a psychologist from our CIA team.", he then turned back towards me.
"Maximillian Sullivan, on the orders of the President of the United States of America, you are to be arrested for an unspecified duration," the CIA agent declared with an air of authority.
The declaration didn't leave me unaffected, but my gaze was focused on the woman's face. She was...
I knew who she was.
I couldn't speak.
I had trouble breathing.
What the fuck was going on?
"We need to talk with you, Maximillian,", The man added.
They escorted me out of the cell, leading me to the same interrogation room where I had previously spoken with Detective Richards.
My attention was still fully on the woman that walked in front of me.
