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[EM] 52 - Betrayal
Aug. 8th, 2007 02:45 pm((NOTE: takes place prior to Tom's entry into WITSEC))
“Come on in, Tony...have a seat.”
Anthony Venomecci walked into the interrogation room and slid into a chair, gazing around with a combination of interest and fear. He wasn’t a perp...he was here of his own free will, and yet he still felt a little aprehensive.
“It’s okay, son.” Detective Barry Gordon assured him as he took a seat on the table. “Remember, you’re not under arrest. Besides, if you’re gonna sign on? You should get used to these rooms.”
Smiling, he nodded slightly. Was it wrong to feel a *tiny* bit of excitement about that, a little bit of pride in what he was becoming?? In just a few weeks, he’d be training to work in these rooms. He’d be wearing that badge, and he’d be making a difference where it really counted.
“I’m pretty excited.” he admitted, folding his arms and leaning back in his seat. “The guys who work the beat in my neighborhood been sayin’ that I should watch out for The Bull.”
Gordon laughed, nodding. “Oh, yeah. Bullworth...he’ll make your life a living hell during your physical exam if you’re not careful.”
Anthony nodded again, sobering slowly. “So...you gonna record this, or just listen before I fill out a written statement?”
“Studying up, I see...that’s why we’re in here. Detective Coleman is in the viewing room, recording now...room’s miked and being videotaped. Just...say your piece, son.”
He nodded, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to gather his courage. This felt wrong...it felt *wrong.* Not just what he’d heard, but what it meant. If he was right...if it wasn’t just a conversation he’d misunderstood, then it meant the two men who had given him a hand in starting things fresh were criminals.
It felt like a betrayal of their trust, being here...but they had betrayed him first, simply by masking their intentions. It might even be dangerous, talking about what he knew...
But he was done making a mess of things. It was time to do the right thing.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “Okay...it started two nights ago at work. I do stockroom stuff at Outrigger Sports, and I was opening a shipment of parkas when I heard the owners talking. They mentioned something about a Project Sidewinder and Credit Dauphine...we do our banking through them...but then I got kinda suspicious when I heard one of them start talking about money laundering...”
Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 414
“Come on in, Tony...have a seat.”
Anthony Venomecci walked into the interrogation room and slid into a chair, gazing around with a combination of interest and fear. He wasn’t a perp...he was here of his own free will, and yet he still felt a little aprehensive.
“It’s okay, son.” Detective Barry Gordon assured him as he took a seat on the table. “Remember, you’re not under arrest. Besides, if you’re gonna sign on? You should get used to these rooms.”
Smiling, he nodded slightly. Was it wrong to feel a *tiny* bit of excitement about that, a little bit of pride in what he was becoming?? In just a few weeks, he’d be training to work in these rooms. He’d be wearing that badge, and he’d be making a difference where it really counted.
“I’m pretty excited.” he admitted, folding his arms and leaning back in his seat. “The guys who work the beat in my neighborhood been sayin’ that I should watch out for The Bull.”
Gordon laughed, nodding. “Oh, yeah. Bullworth...he’ll make your life a living hell during your physical exam if you’re not careful.”
Anthony nodded again, sobering slowly. “So...you gonna record this, or just listen before I fill out a written statement?”
“Studying up, I see...that’s why we’re in here. Detective Coleman is in the viewing room, recording now...room’s miked and being videotaped. Just...say your piece, son.”
He nodded, rubbing his hands over his face as he tried to gather his courage. This felt wrong...it felt *wrong.* Not just what he’d heard, but what it meant. If he was right...if it wasn’t just a conversation he’d misunderstood, then it meant the two men who had given him a hand in starting things fresh were criminals.
It felt like a betrayal of their trust, being here...but they had betrayed him first, simply by masking their intentions. It might even be dangerous, talking about what he knew...
But he was done making a mess of things. It was time to do the right thing.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded. “Okay...it started two nights ago at work. I do stockroom stuff at Outrigger Sports, and I was opening a shipment of parkas when I heard the owners talking. They mentioned something about a Project Sidewinder and Credit Dauphine...we do our banking through them...but then I got kinda suspicious when I heard one of them start talking about money laundering...”
Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 414
