Her wrists were still bound by the plastic and she could see where it was cutting into her skin but the metal was cold. In that moment she liked the shock of it, like it was helping her focus. She looked down at her hands, at her arms too. She was covered in blood. McCullough’s blood.
She took a deep breath before she spoke, not looking at either of them, just staring at the blood on her hands.
“I don’t know what happened. McCullough shouldn’t have been working. He shouldn’t have been there. I don’t even know why he followed the guy. And I don’t know who shot him. I barely got in the building before the gunshots went off.” She stated.
“That’s your official stance is it then? Ignorance.” He asked.
“It’s not ignorance if it’s the truth.” She retorted glaring back at him again.
“We have surveillance footage of you sneaking into that warehouse, and then moments later there are gunshots…” He said.
“That’s exactly what I said. I literally walked through the door when someone started shooting.” She replied.
“Who? What did they look like?” He asked.
“I didn’t see.” She said and even she heard how shit her story sounded. “Check my phone. The messages are there, the calls too. It’s all there.”
The man on the right smirked. “But your phone isn’t Miss Cooper.”
“What?” She snapped.
“Your phone. It’s gone.” He stated.
“Bullshit. I left it right there, right by him. I called the ambulance on speaker.” She said.
“And then you ran, no doubt tossing your phone to your accomplice.” He replied.
“What accomplice?” She asked.
He smirked again and it was all she could do not to reach over and punch him in his god damn stupid smug face.
“So you’re agreeing there was someone there then. Someone else and you lost them…” She snapped back and she saw the momentary flicker of something that told her she’d touched a nerve.
“Why did you run?” The man on the left asked deflecting her question.
“Why do you think?” She snapped back.
“We’re asking the questions here. Not you.” He said.
She narrowed her eyes. “I ran because McCullough was dead. I heard footsteps, I didn’t know if it was the gunman, if it was Anderson, if it was someone else.”
“So you’re saying you ran because you were scared then?” He asked more as a taunt.
“Fuck off. I wasn’t scared.” She snarled. “They killed my team member…”
“So you were looking for what, revenge?”
She shook her head clenching her fists again and feeling the plastic restraints flex against her skin. They both noted the movement.
“It took three operatives to bring you down Miss Cooper.” He stated.
“Is that a compliment?” She asked.
“One of your team members is dead.” He stated and she leaned forward then meeting his glare head on.
“I know. I was there, I tried to stop the bleeding. I packed the wound with my own jacket.” She snapped back.
“So now you’re the hero are you?”
“Fuck off. You weren’t there, you didn’t see him bleed out.” She snapped.
“And yet you’re the one making quips…” He stated.
“Because of you.” She half shouted. “Because of all of you. Yes I was at the scene but you were the ones that attacked me, not the other way around. You blindfolded me, bound my wrists and bundled me into a van, before dragging me the whole way to fuck knows where and for what? No one has even given me an explanation as to why.” She could feel her heart racing then, her breath coming short and sharp.
“What do you know about the Omega Project?” The man on the right said and she frowned confused. The what? She thought.
“Not a clue what you’re on about.” She said looking back up at the suits again. They all stared down, all hard faces and bad attitudes.
“Isn’t that convenient.” The man replied and she narrowed her eyes.