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Rory had been moved to an interrogation cell, since he was terrorist material, he was top priority for Department of Homeland Security. DHS was handling his transportation and imprisonment rather then the FBI. Robert walked in with two agents one who had a bucket full of water, Rory was hand cuffed to the table. And the temperature in the room was very cold the agent then dumped the cold water onto Rory in the already cold room before smacking him. “Fucking piece of terrorist shit! “

“You people are the worst. “Robert started off cutting off his agent, he was very passionate about the mission to stop terrorism.” You’ve been connected to quite a lot of shit. You’re penthouse you shared with Floyd Banker that was targated by radical Islamic terrorist Travyon Rice, your hotel room that burned, and numerous other incidents, not to mention that mysterious money you came into possession of quite a large sum Secret Service sent someone to your house but they didn’t report back with adequate information, not to mention feds been trailing you turns out you visited Carlos Slim the day we found him dead quite the co-incidence not to mention this.” Robert reached into his jacket pocket to take out photo’s taken of Rory walking over to the FBI agents in the van and everything he did which Eddie had got pictures of.

“We took the crane operator in for questioning, the one who convinently crashed into the van tailing you. Lucky for you we keep more then one tail at a time for prime suspects. So you better explain what the fuck is going on these pictures or get use to living here until the day you die. Because buddy terrorists don’t get no kinda fucking trial aand even if they DO who’s to say you didn’t die in Mexico. The crane operator claims he dosen’t no shit, but aiding and abetting a terrorist on a near fatal assault on federal agents that’s life.” Robert grinned before spitting in Rory’s face and slapping him. “So I want mother fucking answers you piece of shit!I’d threaten your family but I see you have no boundaries considering you burned her house down, and we went through your phone, the messages your anonymous friend sent you your house burned down, Zeus’s bitch drawn into your drive way, and your mother beaten and bleeding, you’re a rare breed of sick fucks, got a search team looking for the rest of your family, but if you’re in bed with the Greeks, I know you’ve got everything arranged nicely, so think about that for a while Mr. Lamb, we’ll speak with you in an hour.” Roebrt then left with the other two agents, while about fourty minuts later a woman slipped in, Diana and took a seat.

“Hello Rory, we need to talk.”