Mike Doyle always thought that the most important part was the anticipation. His stride is measured, careful, and takes just slightly too long to put a foot down. There is a hollow reverberation in the empty room. He held a piece of paper in his hand. The other hand was folded behind his back and held a heavy, silver gun--the weight felt just right in his hand. His voice is mechanical.
"Name: Kimberly Anne Bauer. Gender: female. Social Security Number: Eight Seven Zero Zero Three Three Four Seven Zero. Height: Five foot three inches. Weight: one hundred and thirteen pounds. Father: Jack Bauer. Mother: Teri Bauer--deceased. No siblings. Level Two Analyst at CTU: Los Angeles."
Casually, Mike Doyle sat on the table in front of her, the gun in his lap.
"I'm Agent Doyle, Miss Bauer. Now that the introductions are done, I think we should have a talk."
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Mike Doyle always thought that the most important part was the anticipation. His stride is measured, careful, and takes just slightly too long to put a foot down. There is a hollow reverberation in the empty room. He held a piece of paper in his hand. The other hand was folded behind his back and held a heavy, silver gun--the weight felt just right in his hand. His voice is mechanical.
"Name: Kimberly Anne Bauer. Gender: female. Social Security Number: Eight Seven Zero Zero Three Three Four Seven Zero. Height: Five foot three inches. Weight: one hundred and thirteen pounds. Father: Jack Bauer. Mother: Teri Bauer--deceased. No siblings. Level Two Analyst at CTU: Los Angeles."
Casually, Mike Doyle sat on the table in front of her, the gun in his lap.
"I'm Agent Doyle, Miss Bauer. Now that the introductions are done, I think we should have a talk."