Kait grimaced as she listened to the reports coming in; She was loathe to help mobsters, especially those that she had been watching and building case files against for several months - If they wanted to pick each other off and let her deal with the remains, that suited her just fine; But it was when this crap threatened to spill over into the streets that she had to intervene. The curious thing was, none of the reports could identify the other side attacking Kait's current case, one 'Sloppy Joe' Giuseppe Auditore. It was frustating because Kait at least expected some descriptions of the attackers - opposing gangs all had their colours and stripes and whatever, and none of that readily identifiable stuff had been pointed out in any of the reports coming in. All they had was that gunshots were being fired in a warehouse that everyone knew belonged to the up and coming Auditore group. It was enough that Kait was heading out, even though she knew it would be incredibly awkward if this just turned out to be something of a ruse, or a setup. It wasn't unlike the mob to have people within the department at times - she knew of handfuls of cops who were dirty but she couldn't do anything about. But there was always the chance when rushing out to one of these things that the department had been flooded with a bunch of convenient calls and she would arrive there with a gun shoved up her nose.

Not good.

But there were inconsistencies and the like that made her wonder exactly what the fuck was going on. Again, who was attacking Auditore's boys? Why weren't they identifiable? Most groups, to her knowledge, had particular tastes in cars and transportation that enabled you to pick them out; Every rich Italian boy who'd made a few bucks screwing over old ladies and store owners for protection loved their Ferraris or their Alfa Romeos, or Lamborghinis or whatever. None of that here. So she couldn't pick out what was going on, just that Auditore's boys were supposedly being butchered. As Catherine would say, she wept for them. The only reason Kait was intervening here was to stop innocent people getting hurt - and just in case, she wasn't going alone; Several squad cars were following about five minutes behind as backup, and she had a set of fellow detectives following her closely. Naturally, it meant Kait ran the risk of getting hurt if she rushed in, but at least nothing too bad could happen. Driving way above the limit, she weaved and moved between other cars before arriving in a more deserted section of town - the people living in the area having apparently retreated into their homes or gone to hide. The second she stepped out of her car, she could hear gunshots coming from inside the warehouse.

What to do, what to do. Kait was wary, but it sounded like one side was doing more firing than the other.

Grimacing, as was basically her default expression these days, Kait unholstered her weapon and hurried to the doors. Slipping inside, she almost gasped. About a dozen blatant mob-types were slumped against the crates and fork-lifts littering the warehouse, thick blood leaking from heavy wounds; It wasn't anything Kaitlyn hadn't seen before, but you never got used to the sight of death, at least, not on this scale. Her eyes narrowed as she manoeuvred through the warehouse, eventually bringing her weapon to bear on an easily identifiable subject; It was Sloppy Joe Auditore himself, a blood-stained knife in hand, probably more weapons on him too. Naturally, as you could guess, they didn't call him 'Sloppy Joe' because of his particular fondness for certain Joisey cuisine, more that he had a reputation for leaving one hell of a mess whenever he took a hands-on approach to a job. The list of crimes Kait could pin to the bastard was endless.

"Don't move," she demanded, keeping him in her sights, as she glanced down at the body at Auditore's feet.. Which was Giuseppe Auditore; Same clothes, same look, same everything. What the everloving fuck was going on here? "Who the Hell are you?" she demanded of the standing Auditore, her determined expression nonetheless mottled with obvious confusion as to what was going on.

Mobsters were so easy to kill; really they were nothing more than a group of enthusiastic amateurs when it came to fighting, put a professional in their midst and they would drop like flies: Which was precisely what had happened to Sloppy Joe Auditore and his minions. The killing had been a choreographed dance, giving Copycat enough of a thrill to set her blood racing, if she’d let it. It had taken her less than five minutes to dispatch the entire group, most of them dying without ever realising exactly what was going on, or thinking that their own boss had turned on them, a monument to her efficiency. Surveying the corpses of these murderers gave her a certain satisfaction; never again would they extort money from that sweet old lady who owned the florists around the corner from her safe house, or Joe the diabetic baker who needed the money for his meds and always gave her the best baked loaves. They had deserved their deaths and Copycat would never feel an inch of remorse.

The sound of shooting would doubtless have been reported by now; she needed to vacate the scene before the police arrived. Sloppy Joe had been the last to die, she had made sure of that, enjoying the look of horror on his face as his exact double had stabbed him in the heart with his own knife. To the police it should look like a mob disagreement turned violent; with Auditore killed by one of his own minions. Kneeling down, she placed the gun she had used in his hand, the fingerprints and DNA on the weapon matching his down to the last detail. True their might be a few inconsistencies in where the bodies had fallen for everything to add up, but these were mobsters and this sort of thing happened all the time, the police would not look too closely into it. She was about to place the knife by the body when a voice rang through the warehouse and she cursed silently at being taken by surprise.

Raising her hands, she turned slowly to see a woman, a cop going by her posture, gazing in confusion at her and the body at her feet. “You guys are getting better at your response times” Joe’s gravelly voice echoed across the warehouse as Copycat let her eyes flare their natural demonic red. “Trust me, when your colleagues arrive, you should forget you saw this, otherwise they’ll think you’re mad.” And then ‘Joe’ was suddenly gone, or at least so it appeared, a small brown mouse darting off from where he had stood, it’s tail quickly vanishing beneath a nearby packing crate.

At the very least, Kait had taken whoever the hell this was by surprise - It had taken her years to be able to spot the telltale signs, but if you had managed to sneak up on someone who didn't expect it, they almost always flinched or twitched slightly; The ones thought they were hot shit were cursing themselves for being too cocky, and the new kids who thought they were John Gotti because they'd bought their first handgun and yet immediately began pissing themselves the minute they encountered a cop. New blood for the mob was usually piss-weak - that was the joke that ran through the department. But this was different. Whatever the Hell was going on, though, she had at least taken this guy by surprise. "I'll be honest - It helps when you're shooting up people I've been observing and building a file on for a solid year," she stated simply, not really understanding what was going on, but this was still a massacre, bizarre sight before her or no; A dozen explanations, maybe a slight few less, buzzed through her mind; Disguises, plastic surgery - even a mutation, somehow, given they seemed to be on the rise and increasingly used by organised crime.

It could be some sort of coup. Maybe the dead person on the floor wasn't actually Auditore, but an imposter gunned down by the real deal. Maybe it was the real Auditore on the floor. Kait couldn't tell, until the 'living' Auditore turned to face her and his eyes flashed an almost demonic red. Kaitlyn almost gasped, but kept her sidearm trained on him; That was definitely a new wrinkle, given she'd observed Joe Auditore for years at one point and never seen anything like that. As such, she was now fairly convinced that this was not who he appeared to be, and that years of work had now gone down the pan. Kait decided to switch tacks, immediately concerning herself with arresting this newcomer, when 'Auditore' - which she was slotting into mental brackets, there - suddenly warned her to forget what she was seeing lest her colleagues think poorly of her;

And then he suddenly disappeared.

Kait had kept her gun trained on him, and the second he even seemed to move, squeezed off a round with the intent of disabling him, but he was too fast, whatever it was he was doing. She couldn't tell - she just saw a rat or a mouse run off from the spot where he had been standing, scurrying under a packing crate that Kait immediately began to desperately try and shift under her own power; No such luck. After a minute of two of struggling, she sighed, and rose back to her feet. Holstering her weapon, she looked around, thinking they'd need to get forensics and all manner of teams in immediately, before she heard sirens approaching. Not seeing the need to go and greet the approaching officers, Kaitlyn continued to investigate the crime scene, looking over the slain corpse of Sloppy Joe, to begin with. "The bloody hell's going on here?" she muttered. Hopefully there would be some traces on the murder weapons and the like, otherwise this was just going to scream clusterfuck with the department chief..

“Forensics has just sent their report in Kait; the DNA and fingerprints on the weapons are an exact match for Sloppy Joe, no question about it.” The police lieutenant ran his hand through thinning grey hair, before looking over at his subordinate doubtfully. “I know you said you saw what you saw, but it’s just not possible, especially with what the lab’s telling me. Look Kait, I know you’ve been under a lot of stress recently, but are you sure you didn’t imagine it?” His tone was one which implied he thought that was exactly what had happened; that in the heat of the moment Detective Mercury had had some kind of mental break. “Have you thought about taking some time off? God knows, the paperwork for all this is going to take months, I think we could spare you for a few weeks until we’ve got this all worked out.” It wasn’t very subtle; the virtual order to take a break or else go to psych evaluation was implicit in his words, although he was obviously trying to remain diplomatic.

Easing his bulk back into his chair the Lieutenant waved his hand at the photographs of the massacre. “This was obviously some kind of mob quarrel went bad, there’s no evidence that…” he paused as the phone on his desk rang and he picked it up, his eyes snapping over to Kait mid-way through the conversation. “I see, yes I’ll send her down” Slamming the phone back down into its cradle, he glared in suspicion at the detective. “There’s a Fed waiting to see you downstairs, it seems like you’ve attracted their attention. If you feel like changing your story once you’ve talked to him let me know.” He waved to the detective in dismissal, before leaning forward to look over the photographs once more.

Sitting patiently in the waiting room was a tall, handsome Hispanic middle aged man in a crisp black suit and shiny shoes, every inch a man of the Bureau. In his hands was a brown folder containing the same photographs that were being looked over upstairs, marked ‘FBI files, Confidential’ which he kept tightly shut. Every so often he would look at his watch and tap his foot slightly in impatience. FBI agents did not like being kept waiting, especially as Agent Carlos Ramirez didn’t really exist: Beneath the professional exterior, Copycat was recording the faces of the people who passed, cataloguing behaviour, styles of walk, everything she could about those that passed. The building’s exits were all clear in her mind in case she needed to make a quick exit in the unlikely event something went wrong.

Infiltrating the New York police department was not the hardest thing Vanessa had done, not by a long shot, but neither had she been caught by law enforcement standing over the dead body of someone she appeared to be before. Which was the whole reason she was here, disguised as Agent Ramirez (who didn’t really exist), waiting to interview the detective who had seen her. With any luck she could persuade the woman to not speak about what she’d seen, it all depended on how dedicated she was to her job.

"For god's sake, stop calling him Sloppy Joe like that's his birth name," Kait retorted with a slight scowl and a tone bordering on disgust; "You and the others always used to tell me not to call John Gotti the 'Teflon Don' or any of the other bullshit names he racked up, when I first hit this department," she added, but nonetheless, she nodded along to the information that she was given with a rueful look; She did most definitely not like the look the lieutenant was giving her. It screamed that she had gone off the rails and was utterly imagining what she'd seen. "Stress? That hasn't entered the equation, sir. Please don't try and fob me off with the idea that I was imagining it. I've been to plenty of crime scenes like those; That was the only one I've ever been to where the dead person on the floor looked exactly the same as the live person standing over him." She gestured at some of the photos, adding "Explain it, anyway, even if I am hallucinating," she challenged, "Every last body there belongs to one of Auditore's men. Every last one. And they're all dead. Gunshots were reported right up until the moment I arrived. There was one door in and out of that warehouse. Explain it to me how whoever did this got away."

"Because either I am going insane or it had a mutant element in play."

She almost didn't respond to the suggestion that she should take some time off; Suggest it with a male detective, she had observed, and he would shoot the shit with the lieutenant until it was brushed off and forgotten about. It disgusted her, despite the lack of preferential or gender-based treatment, but she felt it was still present in some areas of the force. The lieutenant was, however, a good man - Kait just wanted to smack him silly, sometimes. "I'll think on it," she replied somewhat gruffly, looking distinctly unimpressed. Watching the lieutenant sit, she grimaced as he began to go on about how it was some kind of mob quarrel, despite her own observations and experience in crime scenes like those, and was ready to respond when his phone rang; Conveniently, the subject was her, based on what she could hear and how her superior's eyes snapped to her after a particular point. Goody. "If this is about Auditore, we've never heard about the Feds having any interest in him," she stated suspiciously, before shrugging and beginning to leave; "I'll see how I feel. If I decide to take that leave, I'll hand in the paperwork tomorrow morning."

She was already genuinely tired, since it had been several hours since the incident in the warehouse, and as such, Kait wasn't quite in the mood for dealing with some fancily-dressed FBI snob - which they were, based on her interactions with them in the past. Emerging from a quick hop in the lift - even though Catherine's words about 'taking the stairs' rung in her ears - she stepped through to the waiting room, identifying the FBI agent easily. "Agent," she greeted, neglecting - quite conveniently - to offer a handshake as she stepped over to a water cooler, "I'm sure we'd both like to keep this brief - as such, you know who I am, I gather, so who are you and what can I do for you?"

As the lift doors opened brown eyes immediately focused on the emerging woman and Copycat promptly stood up to greet her, flashing a badge as she did so. “Detective Mercury, I’m Agent Ramirez with the FBI” speaking in a smooth accent tinged voice, a hand was held out to shake but when it became obvious that no handshake was coming it was withdrawn. “This might take some time Detective Mercury, if you’d like to call your daughter to tell her you’ll be late, you’re more than welcome before this briefing starts.” Copycat had done her research on the cop who had so unfortunately interrupted her; the woman’s file and other information was currently resting in among the several other documents in the folder under her arm. The invitation to make the call was a subtle way of telling the detective that ‘Agent Ramirez’ knew much about her, something that might come in useful later on as they talked.

The waiting area was a bit too public a place to hold such a sensitive discussion; but part of the reason could be answered publicly without letting anyone else in the room know exactly what was being discussed. “I’m here because what happened is of interest to the Bureau and relevant to one of our own investigations. Now I’m still patching together some of the details-we’ve got the crime scene photos but the lab results haven’t been forwarded yet, so you’ll have to brief me on some of the details, I’m a little behind.” Copycat had obtained the photos by hacking the NYPD’s email (including Mercury’s account, she was nothing but thorough) and printing off the pictures on forged FBI paper. Vanessa was curious to learn what the police reaction was to lab results which she knew would implicate Auditore and never reveal her own presence. It would hopefully be a case of criminal science against the unsupported word of one detective; she knew that the official report would probably go with the science, but the woman’s story was a dangerous loose end if someone else heard it, and Copycat never left loose ends.

“This room is too public to be discussing this, is there somewhere more private we can go to talk?” Her words were accompanied by a charming smile, meant to diffuse the tension which often surfaced whenever Bureau agent’s poked their unwelcome noses in. Vanessa had taken this toned male shape for that exact reason; hoping an attractive face might make the detective more amenable to talking to her.

Needless to say, Kait was not impressed. She was already slightly frustrated by what had gone on upstairs, and merely stared with a gaze that could set things alight when a handshake was offered. "So I gathered. I've just had my immediate superior glowering at me because of you, in part," she remarked, storing the agent's name for future use, her eyebrows rising suspiciously and with a touch of indignation as Catherine was brought up. "Actually, she's more than capable of looking after herself. She's also staying with a friend tonight, so there will be no problems there," she added, although she was increasingly incredulous that an FBI agent apparently had access to information on her, which she thought was only the domain of Internal Affairs, and as such, she naturally stored that bit of information away too.

She simply nodded when Ramirez explained that the FBI had also had a link to the incident and what had happened, which was, again, news to her. And she knew the FBI's operating procedure when it came to things like this - usually, even though there was occasionally some rivalry between the police and the Bureau - largely officers feelings like the FBI were judging them as not being worthy of properly investigating a case - they were able to cooperate, and as far as Kait knew, it was standard procedure for the FBI to share information when it came to relevant to a police investigation. As such, if the FBI were remotely interested in Auditore, why hadn't they said anything to her or anyone in the division? A nod followed the request to move to somewhere more quiet, "Follow me." She led the agent down the hall, unswayed by what was, she supposed, a fairly nice smile - she was, after all, still a married woman, and hadn't really looked at another man since getting married - except, again, in the usual context of men who were utterly unattainable, like a favourite actor.

Kait particularly had a bit of a thing for George Clooney.

They found an unused office - the usual occupant having left for the night - Kait flicking the light on and sitting on the edge of the desk, offering the chair to the agent. "You're asking me what I know. Largely, it's all there in the crime scene photography. There's nothing out of the ordinary. Giuseppe Auditore is dead, as are about half a dozen of his top men from his crime family. What I don't think adds up is that there seems to have been only one shooter. One person killed seven or eight men. Men of the kind that Giuseppe Auditore would take on as his most trusted lieutenants. Which makes no sense unless they were either ambushed or they were attacked by someone quite skilled," she stated quite plainly. She grimaced, not even knowing why she was explaining this to an FBI agent who would soon be in possession of all the facts anyway. "This is to say nothing of what I saw in that warehouse upon my arrival, although I have been told to keep my mouth shut, there. As such, it's irrelevant and you should pay it no mind." The tone of her voice was flat, if slightly irritated, now, and she looked disinterested. She wasn't interested in maintaining a story - even though she knew it was the truth - if it meant her job would be on the line.

"Well I’m sorry for that, I know what it’s like having a boss with his foot halfway up your backside” she smiled apologetically at the detective, easing into the seat at the desk with a grateful nod. Pulling a small recorder from the ‘pocket’ in her jacket top and placing it on the table as the detective started to speak, Vanessa kept her attention fixed on her, nodding attentively from time to time, expression becoming more sceptical as time went on. “Only one shooter, are you positive about that Detective? It does seem a bit improbable based on the number of people killed, but then again from what I’ve heard Auditore himself was no amateur…” Opening up the folder to briefly pore through the photos again, Vanessa found the photo she was looking for and tapped it with a thick male finger. “I’ve been told that this is the murder weapon, right? Have the lab tests given any clues as to the killer?” Of course Copycat already knew exactly what they would show; fingerprints and DNA which matched Auditore’s perfectly, evidence which Vanessa hoped she could use to sway Mercury to do as she wanted.

Now the detective was getting down to the point, the reason why Copycat was here in the first place. Lifting an eyebrow, her male face looking intrigued, Vanessa leaned forward intently, eyes locked on the detective’s. “Something else happened in there didn’t it? Something you’re not telling me. I think I can guess what it is, but I’m going to need all the facts if I’m to pursue this case any further, besides technically it’s a federal offence to withhold information from the FBI.” ‘Ramirez’ earnest look gave way to a smile to show he was joking, but only partly. “Look, I promise, anything you say to me won’t leave this room for the moment, your boss might not believe you, but with what I’ve seen before, anything is possible.” Copycat hadn’t missed the irritation in the woman’s voice and was offering her the perfect chance to tell the story to a pair of ‘friendly’ ears, a firm plan now crystallising in Vanessa’s mind about how she’d neutralise the threat that this woman potentially posed to her activities.

Kait's eyes narrowed slightly as the agent - ostensibly her superior, but then she'd met so many officers who loathed the FBI and their sudden ability to take control of a case that she was genuinely starting to share that mindset - when he started talking about how he knew what it felt like to have a boss put a foot up his ass. Given the way she'd been talked into this felt remarkably and awkwardly similar to have a foot put up her ass, she was detecting a distinct strain of irony that she wasn't sure the agent did. She rejected the urge to scoff when the agent's expression became slightly incredulous, as if she was lying or something along those lines; "The forensics and layout of the scene match up to what I'm saying, I think you'll find. One person killed all those men and then killed Auditore with a knife," she stated plainly, not having time for someone doubting her, especially as she hadn't eaten yet this evening, was tired, and quickly losing her patience. "Not yet, no," she replied on the subject of the forensics, "But the body on the floor was Giuseppe Auditore, and the autopsy has confirmed that. In addition, the manner in which he was wounded suggests that the knife used to kill him was used on his body in manners consistent with a sudden suicide."

That said, the number of wounds on Auditore's body didn't entirely match up, to Kait's satisfaction, with what she knew of suicides. But then she could be wrong, and yet she knew what she had seen. Yes, the Lieutenant could piss all over her and what she'd seen if he liked, but Kaitlyn was not going to back down there. She'd shown absolutely no signs of stress impacting her performance before, and she was disgusted that it had even been suggested now.

The agent then tried to reason with her and get her to tell him what had happened; And whilst he did present a reasonably friendly face and set of ears for her to talk to, Kait was already dubious about having what she had to say used against her, and knew that the evidence would likely disagree with her in the end, and as such, she wasn't willing to say anything. "Then if it comes to that, I'll be taken up on that offence," she stated, "My immediate superior has already downplayed what I had to say, but I've handed in a statement already. If you like, you can check that out. If you wish to chastise me for supposedly withholding information and put me down with a federal offence, you may do so. But let me make it clear that I will be filing a complaint against the Bureau for not making clear the fact that they supposedly had a case being built against Auditore that we were never told about. That's completely against the way we usually do things," she told him.

"If Auditore was your territory as my superior suggested, just now, that should have been made perfectly clear to myself and the others handling the case. As it is, we've heard nothing about your interest in him till today. But again, I've nothing more to say on the matter other than what's in my statements, and you have all the evidence we can offer thus far," she finally stated, "Now, if we're finished, I'd like to go home, agent. I can get at least three hours sleep before I'm due in tomorrow."

Although a look of annoyance crossed Ramirez’s face, Copycat was smiling inwardly: If the detective wasn’t going to tell an FBI agent about what she’d seen in the warehouse then there was every chance she would keep silent to anyone else who asked about it. Added to that was the fact that the evidence stood up as Vanessa knew it would; all the science of modern criminology would point to the suicide of Giuseppe Auditore and not to his murder by a shapeshifting mutant. “Suicide, very well that’s what will go in my report to my superiors Detective” she remarked in a tone which implied that the detective could be more co-operative.

“I will read your statement with interest Detective, I will be talking to your Lieutenant about today’s events you can be sure.” The threat of a complaint to the FBI was much more dangerous to her than Mercury’s indignation at being questioned. It would be extremely awkward if the FBI asked the real Agent Ramirez what he had been doing at the time and discovered he hadn’t actually been anywhere near the NYPD. The detective would have to be discouraged from making the complaint. “If you wish to complain to the Bureau that’s your right of course” Ramirez looked distinctly disappointed, “But I can tell you we had little interest in Auditore until today, we were investigating other…occurances. And this event happened to catch our attention” She trailed off artfully, looking uncomfortable at appearing to say too much, but t should be enough to placate the detective into not complaining to the FBI.

Killing Auditore had proved much more of a hassle than she had expected, but she couldn’t have afforded to let this lose end dangle, at least now the risk of her activities being discovered would be contained. Looking at the watch on her disguise’s wrist, she nodded at Kait. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting I should probably get home myself, just because I work at the bureau doesn’t mean I’m any less human than you.” She gave the detective a tired smile as she made the joke, the double meaning hidden unless Mercury was looking for it, although her false brown eyes were almost shark-like as they briefly met Kait’s and for a split second developed a faint red glint.

“Thanks for your time detective, I doubt we’ll meet again” Standing and picking up the folder off the table, Ramirez nodded and made for the door, moving with a quick but business like stride out into the corridor. There was a statement that needed to be ‘lost’ in the bureaucratic ether and a lieutenant who needed to speak to about a detective who seemed like she needed some counselling.

Kait saw the annoyance, and Kait didn't care in the slightest. She was tired, her arms ached from trying to lift five hundred pound crates out of the way. she was weary and she was frustrated. If this agent had any sense, he would've picked a far better time to speak with her than right now, when it had already been late when she was called out to the Auditore warehouse. Now she wasn't even going to be able to wish the twins good night, although it did mean she could perhaps get a little more quality time with her husband than she usually did. And then she yawned, which she quickly turned to deliberate effect rather than displaying she was actually tired, signifying that she was increasingly bored with the agent. She caught that tone, too; It reeked of being told 'why aren't you working with me on this one', when Kait could reel off reason after reason, frankly, starting with exactly how suspicious she found this, that she hadn't heard about the Bureau's investigation into Auditore before this evening, and after he had been killed chief amongst them.

Naturally, the threat of a complaint had been just that - a threat; One that Kait could have easily followed through on if she wished to, but she knew it might dredge up all manner of problems and even get her into more trouble than she was already. As such, she wasn't going to, but it was plain to see the slight touch of indignation on the agent's face - the discomfort at the notion. And Kait could be awfully fickle about these things; Her husband often told her that her utterly stubborn nature was one of her more endearing qualities, and she was inclined to agree, she thought with amusement, but it did come in handy in a line of work like this, where there were no such things as coincidences and to back down could result in your death, or worse. As such, she said nothing when Ramirez explained away the awfully coincidental matter of why the Bureau had begun looking into Auditore today, of all days, and had turned up right now, when the man was dead.

That just didn't add up, and whilst she was willing to keep quiet to preserve herself, she was going to do a little digging once Agent Ramirez was long gone - And that urge was only confirmed when she saw a familiar flash of red in the agent's eye.

Something was definitely going on, but Kait smiled as if nothing was wrong, replying "No, absolutely, agent. I'm sure you understand that it's just really rather frustrating to have a case with months of work on it go to waste like this. I'm sorry for the attitude - it's just late, I'm tired, and it hasn't been a good day. You have my apologies. I don't mean to make out that you're inhuman," she stated, making a particular choice of words that would make it clear she knew something about Ramirez was up, if the 'agent' was attentive enough. "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help, Agent. Have a good evening," she told him, opening the door for him and allowing him to leave, before following herself. Something was definitely going on. Kait was going to find out what, even if she did have to feign knowing nothing to her superiors; If they sent her to see a shrink, though...

Kait shuddered at the very notion of that.

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