[b]Agent 021, alias “[color=FF0000]Hotshot[/color]”. 
Location: Holding site Alpha-10, [Data Restricted]
Time: 23:00
Interrogation of suspect identified as "Philip John C. Colter". [/b]
[hr]

Richard slid his hair back to the back of his head. The unkempt sweat that had build up on his raven black hair had made it slick, greasy and sticky. He was still wearing his suit but his headgear was off. He moved his sight to the left where two agents in suits guarded a medical ward. Inside was a man who miraculously survived his car flipping over at 110 kilometers per hour. He had bruises, lacerations and a fractured femur from what the doctor told Richard. Dr. Weathers called it a "kiss from lady luck herself". Philip John C. Colter, the man who was getting complimentary ice cream inside the ward, was conscious but he complained of excessive pain. That just made Hotshot's next job all the more easier. 

As he was staring at the one way mirror, observing the felon they caught, he couldn't help but notice a figure moving towards him. The figure was bulky, crunched with each step and was glimmering silver. Chang's focus changed towards this figure with his brow raised in a questioning manner. The figure waved and Richard couldn't help but smile. "They're making you wear a suit now?" He asked. 

The person in front of Chang answered. "The chief wants to try different interrogation tactics." Chang just chuckled. "Come on cosmonaut. Let's get this over with." Chang placed on his headgear and walked towards the door with his partner for the day. 

Hotshot entered first followed by the silver suited field agent. Colter spent the longest second looking at the both of them before bellowing into laughter. "What? Yah' guys are gonna spook me to fuckin' death or something?" 

The agent just stood by the door while Hotshot moved towards his bedside. Colter stared down Chang through his visor. Chang smirked under the mask. He liked this guy. 'He had guts to say the least' Chang thought to himself. Then Colter spat at Hotshot's chest. Any sort of sympathy went out the window at that point. 

"So what? You got da' good cop over there and da' bad cop over here huh? Gonna offer me a deal to get out of da' big house?" Colter asked with a giant grin on his face. Hotshot didn't move and neither did the agent behind him. A minute passes and Colter just looked at the both of them. Studying their reaction. However he also felt the faint rise of temperature around him. "Prepare to eliminate Mr. Colter agent 21. Make sure to leave no identifying body parts." 

Colter's eyes grew. He gave the agent a look of horror. Then his attention turned towards Hotshot who was already grasping his wrist. Hotshot's hand was unbearably hot. Like touching the side of a heated stove. "You can't do this to me! I have my rights!" Colter yelled. He struggled against the grasp of Hotshot. He grabbed the partially melted ice cream next to his bed and threw the slurry onto his wrist. It only provided mild relief. 

"I can talk! Sweet Jesus I wanna talk!" Colter pleaded. "They paid me to do stupid stuff! Take da' heat away from somebody! I needed to get everybody's attention! I can give you da' place they're meeting at!" He yelled. 

The intercom system came to life as soon as Colter finished his cries for help. "Agent 21, agent 05, stand down. Exit the room and wait for further instructions." Hotshot dropped the man's wrist. He gave him what would be the equivalent of a sunburn. Richard exited the room pleased with himself. The other agent took off her head gear and gave Richard a sly smile. "I would say that went better than expected." She said.