“Mr. Cargo we have reason to believe your partner is still at large.”

“Partner?” Cargo repeats, asking questions was good he adjusts his glasses.

The frame still sits crooked metal bent from a previous blow.

“Have you ever met a blond man, strong jaw, european?” The man rattles off.

“Can’t say I know him. I employ a lot of people.”

The interrogator's body coils up a huff of air escaping his nose. He rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt and makes no move to come closer from where he leans against the wall. Cargo notes the brand.

“Cargo, you're a dedicated individual, the work you’ve done before this incident is unprecedented.” The man praises, his voice the sliding of snake scales over skin and thick as oil.

 “We all have moments of doubt.” The man holds up his hand in a reassuring manner when Cargo attempts to speak.

“It’s human nature to feel these things, sometimes they get out of hand.” Cargo nods letting the words wash over him. He can’t allow himself to be lured in, to be affected.

“A simple miscalculation on your part when pressed. Nothing more then that. Happens to every member.” The interrogator concedes moving in.

“Now,” the man lays down a photo like an offering. “What can you tell me about James?”