CHAPTER I: uønskede.
Two men, both sitting in an interrogation room in a CIA off-branch in the United States; one man was an explicit detective, with the cliche detective suit, the stern look on his face, the other an obvious criminal; he had raggedy clothes and an absent minded look on his squared face. The criminal was gazing at the ground intently, fidgeting with his hands and repitedly tapping his foot on the ground; he would also grimace in his syncronized motion of digging his nails into his right hand every few seconds.
