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[center][color=lightgray]"Young lady. You do not have to worry about that here."[/color][/center]
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The man spoke gruffly as he moved into the room, his hands folded behind his back until he got to one of the chairs. He pulled it out and gestured outward toward it for Angel to take a seat. She stared at him in reply as if it had taken a bit for what he wanted her to do to register and she finally scampered over like a frightened puppy, climbing into the chair. He pushed her chair in and moved over to the other side of the room to take a seat on the other side of the table. 

Angel's eyes followed him as she pulled her knees to her body. [color=B72B26]"...Can we go get my family please?"[/color]She blurted out despairingly as soon as he seated. [color=B72B26]"I want to be with my brother."[/color]Tears pooled in her eyes and she began to avert her gaze downward as she fiddled with a strand of her hair. 

The man gazed down at her, deep in thought, before asking, [color=lightgray]"What is your name, child?"[/color]She hesitated in answering the question, practically ignoring it, and he raised a brow. [color=lightgray]"Well?"[/color]

[color=B72B26]"My mommy told me not to tell strangers my name and where I live."[/color]She muttered almost inaudibly. She twirled the lock of hair in her finger. 

[color=lightgray]"Ah."[/color]Though Colonel Trotter had his own son, he was used to serious discussions and harsh interrogations. This girl was clearly softer and it was very different from dealing with his son. [color=lightgray]"How about this?"[/color]He said after a moment of thought and stood up. He walked slowly over to stand in front of her, the bright ceiling lights illuminating him as he held a hand out to her. [color=lightgray]"My name is Nathan. I am the leader here in this building and all of us here are under the government. Do you know what that is?"[/color]

Angel stared at his hand as he spoke, her gaze moving up to his face as he questioned if she knew what the government was.  [color=B72B26]"Umm. My dad used to curse about it when he was watching the news... That's the president I think."[/color]

Trotter scratched his head and sighed. [color=lightgray]"Indeed. Close enough."[/color] He decided and then continued, [color=lightgray]"Well. We work for the President, you're right about that. We are here to protect people and stop those... creatures...who took you from taking others. You will be safe here."[/color]

[color=B72B26]"Are you the FIB?"[/color]Angel asked and slowly and reluctantly put her small and in his, to which he gently shook it.

His mustache bunched up a little as a small smile crossed his lips.[color=lightgray] "No, er... We're not the FBI, but you're very close." [/color]
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