Nesia 022

The more Nesia thought about it, the more she realized that she had not been confident enough to say anything to the agent.  She had no idea why she had even gotten into such a huge amount of trouble, but she knew it was not something to take too lightly.  At least not with government agents.  Nesia sighed as she willed the memory to continue.  She knew one thing for a fact.  If this event had not happened then she would not be Kate at the moment.

Agent Phelps continued to jot down notes without actually asking her anything, and Nesia was stuck with nothing to do but stare at him.  He was probably old enough to be her dad.  His hair was grey and neatly combed, yet he seemed a little uncomfortable being in a full suit.  It was not that Agent Phelps fidgeted, but that Nesia got the feeling he preferred to do something other than office work.  Amazing what you could guess about someone in five minutes of silence.

“Everything’s set back here,” a voice burst over the intercom.

Nesia jumped, completely forgetting that there would be people behind the one-way glass in the interrogation room.  No doubt there was lots of recording equipment of every type back there that would incriminate Nesia just for sitting wrong or something.  She was actually a little surprised she did not get in trouble for nearly hopping out of her seat.  The handcuffs kind of prevented such movement but the cop that had been in their earlier would have claimed she was being dangerous.

“You’re sure we’re clear, Tennor?” Agent Phelps asked as he looked over at the mirror.

“I would say about a ten minute window at the least,” Tennor’s voice replied.

“Then let’s not waste time,” Phelps said as he looked straight at Nesia.  “I could do the whole name, address, occupation and all of that yadda-yadda.  But that is not what interests me.  What I’m curious about is why you didn’t tell anyone why your coworkers ran out of there without concern for security measures that you had carefully bypassed.”

“They’re not my coworkers,” Nesia said as she eyed Phelps suspiciously.

“Actually,” Phelps ignored her comment, “I’m also more curious about why you didn’t run.  So, can you tell me what happened?  Weren’t you scared of it?”

“Scared of…” Nesia trailed off as her suspicion became confusion.

She remembered a brief feeling of triumph of getting through security.  There was also an incredible dislike of the people who had dragged her along.  Then, when the prize was in view, there was terror.  Everyone else panicked and fled, but her terror had calmed enough that she could look at something.

“What it are you talking about?” she asked carefully.

Agent Phelps rested his hand on his chin and grinned as he looked at her.  “Did you know we picked up one of your companions hiding in a grocery store claiming that a demon was trying to eat his brain?”

“You’re not answering my question?” Nesia pointed out.  “Unless you’re implying that demons are being employed as security now.”

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Phelps sighed.  “In a world full of scientific wonders there is still some unexplained.  Answer my questions quickly and truthfully, and I’ll tell you what happened.”

“Fire away, then.”

“How did you make the blueprint?”

“I could see it,” Nesia answered, realizing that maybe the Agent would believe her.  “I have a good memory and can judge distances really well.”

“Sounds good to me.  Now why didn’t you run?”

That was a little harder.  “Not sure, really.  It scared me for a moment, but then…  Well, it seemed like it got bored and wasn’t interested.  Still giving off a creepy vibe, but not interested in attacking me.”

“That is a good summary,” Phelps nodded.  “That is why we’ve never bothered doing anything too it.  It only comes out at night and it only uses fear and not physical attacks.  Great security really.”

“What is it?” Nesia asked again.  “A ghost?”

“We can explain detail later,” Phelps said dismissively.  “What do you think, Tennor?”

“Truthful,” Tennor’s voice said over the intercom.  “And five minutes.”

“Card?”

“Sounds good to me,” a voice came from the phone on the table.  “I could use someone like her.”

“It’s settled then,” Agent Phelps said as he reached for the handcuffs.  “All charges dropped and a new job for you.  How does that sound?”

“Am I being hired by the government for breaking into a national museum?” Nesia asked.

“No,” Card said from the speaker phone.  “I’m hiring you.  You’re implied skill set seems useful.  I occasionally work for the government, and so they let my people be.  But we can give the formal interview later.  Time is not on our side at the moment.”

“Well, I really don’t have a choice,” Nesia sighed as Phelps undid the handcuffs.

“Oh, you have a choice,” Card answered.  “We always do.  You can leave whenever you want if you decide this isn’t what you want to do.”

“Blue!” Kale’s voice jolted her out of memory.

Nesia wanted to glare but decided hovering near the toilet as her head threatened to explode was a better use of energy.  Kale calmly spoke and carefully guided her thoughts back down to reality as Cam hovered around nervously.  She took some offered medicine and finally started getting a better grasp of her surroundings when she was escorted to the couch.

“That’s enough for today,” Kale declared.

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Nesia’s response

1 – Is there a way to get information without getting trapped in a memory?

2 – Fine by me, I’ll just nap.

3 – What do I do for a living?

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