Amanda was using her
laptop to try to see if the conspiracy site to load. She would watch a few
YouTube videos and then switch back to the website and reload it. No such luck.
Then there was a
knock on her door. Amanda thought about not answering it and focused on her
The knock happened
again. "Miss Conway? Amanda Conway?" a voice said from the other
recognize the voice. She figured that it may be important, so she got up to
open the door.
She swung the door
open, and saw that there were two men wearing black suits and matching ties.
The dark haired man was holding his sunglasses. The other man, with thinning
blonde hair, was a holding a briefcase, and his sunglasses were in his shirt
"Can you be any
more stereotypical," Amanda said sarcastically, "I mean gee, I would
never have guessed that you worked for some government agency."
Neither smiled, but
she could tell that the blonde did find it amusing.
Gibson and this is my partner Paul Cohen." Said the dark haired man,
"We work with the FBI and have reason to believe that the problems you've
had might be related to-"
"We just need
to ask you a few questions," Cohen interrupted. He looked almost exactly
like the Russian president. "It has to do with your recent break-in."
"You can come in, but um," she stepped aside to let the men walk by,
"I don't have any place to sit. Unfortunately, when they ransacked my
apartment, they tore apart everything that had some form of stuffing.
okay," Gibson said, "It will be just a minute."
to some coffee," Amanda said as she gestured to her Keurig.
"So, I guess I
have to prove that I'm not some Russian spy?" Amanda said.
"We know you
aren't a Russian spy," Cohen said, almost cutting her off.
Gibson was studying
his glasses. "We wanted to know more about this mythical key that keeps
Amanda groaned and
then leaned onto the counter with her head in her hands and said with
exasperation, "There. Is. No. Key."
"Well we know
that it's probably not a real key, " Cohen said, "Sometimes some
conspiracies are based in some truth and we are trying to put the pieces
Amanda stood back up
and scoffed, "I don't know, perhaps they have the wrong person?"
"What is going
on here?" Todd had walked in. Amanda was happy to see him.
"We were just
asking Miss Conway some questions," Gibson said. His demeanor changed from
solemn and stern to quiet and nervous.
"And she will
answer when she is ready!" Todd said. He had stressed "ready" as
if he was trying to hint at something.
"It is a matter
of national security," Cohen said. He wasn't as nervous. "We have
reason to believe that the ones responsible…" He stopped. Todd was looking
at him sternly. After a moment, Cohen nodded, "Okay, another day, then."
"If we come up
with anything at all," Todd said, "we will let you know."
happened?" Amanda said. Todd didn't answer. He was looking at the
direction of the door.