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2024-10-29 19:42:56Nixon Driver.
6'5"
Age unknown.
Blonde hair, parting in-between, dark green eyes, a long face with the chiseled chin. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a criminal I would say he's my type.
He's quite the opposite compared to his partner in crime. Seth was flirtatious to the female inspectors and disrespectful and provocative to the male inspectors, when it came to Nixon, he was respectful and would try to not get on the other inspectors' bad sides.
During the actual interrogation, Nixon would prefer to stay quiet and reserved, making sure not to say anything that would dig himself deeper or even kick dirt on anyone else in the interrogation room.
Frankly... I'm not sure how we caught them now that I recall upon it.
Yesterday, Sunday - January 12th, 1999. At the Tubarão Adormecido hotel, Brazil. Both Nixon Driver and Seth Alpheus Hunt were found guilty and arrested after years of running with a forty-five million dollar bounty on their heads. Reasons for bounty unknown, reasons to who they are relatively unknown, and reasons for how they are - are unknown. Everything around them is a mystery and to top it all off they've been successfully running for an unknown amount of time. All we were told was that it was for... "A lot of years." No joke, that was what our higher-ups told us as an excuse. Not even an approximation for how long they've been running.
Why would these guys get such a heavy priority, especially if we go through the effort to go into a whole different country altogether just to catch these two?
Normally missions like these take a lot more effort and are for seemingly way more dangerous individuals. So why now?
"Nixon..." I started. I knew I might regret what I might say to this man down the line but... we'll get there. I'm more curious about this at the moment. To at least give me an idea into why my entire department had to put in the effort for these two.
"Please call me Nix," He insisted, so I obliged.
"Nix... I'm going, to be honest with you right now. I don't know why, or what led you two do getting a forty-something mil bounty on your heads, I don't know why we even arrested you two. All I know is that you two are criminals and that is all. Though, I can't help but be suspicious at my higher-ups because of the ambiguity of your guys' arrest. So tell me... what do you think is the reason why you are the most wanted criminals in all of America right now?"
He thought and he thought, its as if I could see the cogs in his brain clacking together, each cog correcting itself and going back in sync.
"Its because we have something that the government wants..." He paused. "Not just the government but a bunch of other organizations that got involved with... 'it."
"What is this 'it'?"
"I would show you if I had it with me but guess who took it? Your bosses." Nix points at me for a second, leaning forward in his chair. "So... my friend and I are going to escape and kill your bosses because our job is to be the bait, our jobs are to also make sure that not another soul will remember what that 'thing' is."
"You just threatened to kill government officials."
"I threatened to kill a bunch of people that could end this world's order as we know it."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Have you looked into our records? Checked thoroughly who we are? Because our records should still be in America. We did nothing to remove or skew who you thought or knew we were. That is... unless they fucked with this information themselves... lying and withholding it from you."
"You say that what you had... the 'it' or 'thing.' You said that it could destroy our world order?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Are you crazy?"
"Probably not."
I let out a long sigh, brushing hair from my face. "It's not like I don't completely believe you. You probably do have something that makes you guys worth forty mil, but why shouldn't the government have it?"
"It's because they don't actually know what's inside 'it."
"So this 'it' is? It has an inside?"
"It's a book... a map that leads to something extremely important and everyone was gullible enough to believe it. But it makes sense that they do. We exist after all... me and Seth. We're proof that it has value."
"And how is that? How are you guys proof?"
"I cannot tell you."
"Then... where does this map go then?"
"It goes..." He paused, considering what he should say next. "It goes to..."
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