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"So..." The top agents looked up to the screen of their room's television upon hearing the agent's voice who was now starting the interrogation. The men were real police officers who were also working part-time as agents working in something like this. They were always the ones to interrogate the criminals to know if they really did the crimes and to have them state what they did to the people they killed so they would know what deserving sentences they should give them. They were pretty reliable, especially that they knew a lot about the rules and laws. "Terrence Pit, we've heard that you are mostly the way why the painting was stolen, you became the medium of a crime and dragged this man, Joshua Witfield with you in exchange for money, is that right?" "I-I'm struggling financially and