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Interrogation

Summary:

Act 1:“You don’t think that Briar is gonna blow a fuse, do you? I mean both his sister and his brother-in-law are in this? "
Act 2: He should have cherished his sister. He should have loved her with his whole heart. He should have realized sooner that she was a contract killer.

Notes:

I know im suppouse to post my SXF Characters react to anime fic but a few months ago i lost around 15k words due to a massive device issue and i couldnt write anything since until this fic. I apologise to everyone that actively avitated my upload. Maybe when i feel like goig back, i will gladly write the whole chapter and half again but make it better! until then, I hope this fic which i whipped up is good enough!

Chapter 1: Act One; The SSS

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Things were relatively calm in the State Security building. All investigations were being done thoroughly and people relatively kept on line. Focus on relatively. In the recently uncovered smuggling of falsified medical machinery from a third-party nation for a quick buck earned and spend, has been causing many health issues and frequent complaints. There are two chief subjects and suspected two accomplices. Second lieutenant Yuri Briar was well endowed in figuring out these types of cases, but due to how much that man works, he was sent on a forced vacation. So, the case fell on the first lieutenant of division One, who based of the bugs placed off and around the vicinity had narrowed the secondary party.

“You don’t think that Briar is gonna blow a fuse, do you? I mean both his sister and his brother-in-law are in this? “He heard one of his team members as they went over the last bits of paperwork required.

“I mean, he was sent on vacation this week so he could be an accomplice. I mean he took on five consecutive cases, instead of the regular four so he would be forced to get the fuck out I mean, the fame must have got to the boy’s head. Not to mention he does have a freak complex when it comes to his sister.” The sub section head mused, not partaking in ant of the work he was assigned to as he lit this second cigar.

“File him under suspect then, tell the team to flag him down after he comes back from his first assignment and he can go into detail on how he spends his vacation.” Said his supervisor as everyone in the room stood, the poor man with the cigar almost burning his hand.

Direct orders. The man thought with a tinge of sorrow. The rooms were set and ready, the papers of importance signed and the officers in green clad grouped one split into two as the one van set of to the vestibule of files and records lay and the other it the one of the dying and the desolate.