Scouts honour

4

"What do we have?" Forster asks impatiently.

"Thirteen bodies, five killed by agent Joel, the others killed by the same bullet found in agent Joel's chest. Agent Joel's report accounts for most of the events and it goes well with the autopsy," Dr Lewis sighs, "I know you're looking for foul play, but there is none,"

Forster shakes his head, "I don't doubt agent Joel's truth, I doubt Drew, Drew is the one I don't trust,"

"Sir, I think you need to lay off the case,"

"Don't tell me what to do doctor,"

The doctor sighs and shakes his head, "Drew clearly shot Joel..."

"To kill her, right?"

"I've never heard of Drew killing an agent, it was most likely to put her out of action or she genuinely missed her target,"

"Which rarely happens,"

"Exactly. I think we interfered in her personal investigation,"

"We did, she had killed Fillippe before we got there,"

The doctor sighs and looks at Forster; he doesn't understand why Forster is even here, he should be at home with his family or something, not obsessing over Drew.

Forster doesn't know what to think anymore and it frustrates him more than anything. If Mark will take Joel off the case, then he will investigate on his own. He wants Drew and he won't stop till he gets her, she can destroy his career.

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Drew sits watching Joel as she eats the sandwich she had prepared for her. Joel smiles making Drew smile and feel satisfied that Joel is enjoying the sandwich.

Joel can't help but look forward to this time, 22:45, every day for the past thirteen days, today being two weeks; Drew has come to her everyday. She comes with a drink or food depending on how much time she has; sometimes both.

They'd talk about anything; from penguins to lions, clouds to ants, the best number in the number system, the worst number in the number system, the best and worst letters; even height, and why Drew is so tall.

Joel swallows the last piece of the sandwich and turns to Drew with a satisfied grin, "that was really good,"

Drew grins, "I made it myself,"

Joel frowns playfully, "you poisoned it didn't you?" She asks playfully and chuckles.

Drew laughs and shrugs, "only one way to find out, agent Joel," she winks at Joel who tries to keep a serious face but bursts out laughing.

They have a good laugh before Joel puts her finger to her lips, "shh," she tells Drew and listens attentively. She hears shuffling at her door then a click, "who's that?" She asks Drew with a whisper.

Drew draws out her gun and walks toward the door, the door suddenly opens slowly and Drew stands behind it; gun pointing at the person walking in.

"Agent Joel, you look a lot better,"

"Sir?" Joel questions more than greets Forster.

Drew clenches her jaw and steps back against the wall and doesn't make a sound.

"Yes, I just wanted to check on you," Forster lies.

Joel raises her eye brow, "then why didn't you just knock?"

Forster chuckles, "I didn't want to wake you; who are you with in the room?" Forster asks looking around.

"The television," Joel answers smoothly.