Robert Jones sat on the rusty, uncomfortable chair in the interrogation office. His hands were tied with metal handcuffs which were two sizes smaller than his hands were, which hurt his wrists. He was tied to the chair, unable to stand up. Robert shifted on his seat, trying to get a good postition, since the interrogation was probably going to last at least a quarter of an hour, and he didn't want to be uncomfortable during those fifteen minutes. In front of Robert was a young police agent with blonde hair. He had a stern expression; but his eyes revealed the truth. You could see the uncertainty in them, unsure what to do, and it was obvious he was new to the job. The man had introduced himself as Edward Smith. He was now waiting patiently for Robert to sit still. Finally he found the right position and stayed unmoving, ready for the interview. Robert was in a police office, accused of murder. Murder. That was one of the most serious crimes in the history of law. Luckily he had trained himself to adopt a perfect poker face, letting no expression show. He had no intention to appear weak in front of the investigator, because if he did he would be crushed. If Robert so much as flinched, he would lose all hope of freedom. The world of crime was ruthless, merciless in front of failure.

But Robert had no intention to fail. He was going to be freed. He was positive about it. He had been caught and interrogated three times before. All those times he had managed to come home safe; Robert was one of the best criminals in America.

The first time he escaped justice was more by chance. He had been caught and accused of stealing 10,000 dollars worth of gold. It was the first time he'd been interrogated, in Winter 1998 (he was 24 at the time) and he'd been nervous and scared. The police was about to send him into prison, but right at that moment there'd been a terrorist attack on the center, and Robert had luckily managed to escape with no bruises, leaving the blown-up police office behind.

The second time, two months later in 1999, he'd learned his lesson. He had been accused of hacking the Internet to see the president's personal information, but this time he knew to keep a serious expression, and he'd been released with just one day of prison, 'to be on the safe side' as they said.

The third time was probably one of his most serious crimes, two years later in 2001, a day after 9/11- the terrorist attack in New York where two planes containing suicide bombers had crashed into the two towers of the World Trade Center, killing thousands of people- and he'd had a secret meeting with the president of the USA, pretending he was a secret member of a secret group that secretly plotted to secretly take over the world (this is a secret, so don't tell it to anyone) and said him and his (secret) group were going to bomb England and then lay the blame on the United States unless the president gave him a ransom of 1 million dollars. The president had obeyed, unwanting to be hated by everyone (by the way, the United States were accused anyway after the attack) but Robert had been caught as he stepped outside the white house. Luckily he had know the president would call the police on him, and when he was interrogated, he said if they didn't free him right now he would bomb the US. The police laughed and said he couldn't bomb the USA, since he was in jail and had no way to contact his group (which he'd named the S.A.W.D (Secret Association of World Domination), but Robert had said that he had an invisible camera in his back so they could see him, developed by their highly advanced technology, blah blah blah. The police hadn't bought his story, but Robert had known they wouldn't. He had a remote in his pocket, and when he pressed the red button on it, an explosive rocket launched itself on the center, destroying the east, north and west part, but luckily Robert was in the "serious cases" section in the south, so he was left unharmed. Robert smiled and brought out the remote from his pocket, and got ready to press the button again, and even though there were no rockets left, the police didn't know it, so they fled away in terror, leaving Robert with freedom. Whoops!

Robert's real name was Vladimir Coblevsky, but after the last crime he found it safer to change his name and identity.  He'd gone through serious surgery to change his face and body to a completely different person, just to be sure no-one recognized him.  And now "Robert Jones" sat in front of the police officer and stopped fidgeting. He sat perfectly still, and whispered in a low and dominant voice;

"I'm ready."