this is kind of shitty but it's fine

t/w human trafficking, child sexual abuse, cult mention

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Samantha bent down to the girl in front of her. "Hi. I'm Samtnha. What's your name?" She smiled. "Hannah." She whispered. Hannah had on nothing more than an oversized t-shirt. "Okay. Do you want to talk to me right now?" The (demi)woman asked and the girl shook her head. "Okay, that's fine. Go over to the man right there." She gestured to a man, Agent Allen, and Hannah walked over, slowly.

Both the FBI and CSIS (the Canadian FBI equivalent) had been called to deal with this. A man, Buck Anderson, had purchased hundreds of children for sexual purposes. Most were from Canada and America, though some were from overseas. After one of the teenagers escaped, FBI and CSIS services were notified and descended upon the warehouse where he kept the children. Various human trafficking prevention services had also been notified.

Looking to their left, Samantha saw a blonde woman talking to a strawberry blonde girl in what she believed to be German. The strawberry blonde girl had a blanket covering herself. The blonde woman was wearing a somewhat revealing outfit. At least, as revealing as she could get away with wearing in this kind of job. She had a very gentle voice when she spoke to the girl. The girl, who couldn't have been more than six or seven, then ran over to an agent. Said agent then started talking to the girl in German again.

The blonde woman stood up and caught Samantha's eye. She waved and then walked over. "Hi." She held out her hand for a hand shake. Samantha took it. "Hey. Agent Anson, FBI."

"Natalia Haden. CSIS, human trafficking prevention agency." She removed her hand. "Got a first name or is Anson it?"

"Samantha."

Natalia nodded. "Well it's nice to meet you, Samantha. Though I wish it were under different circumstances."

"The feelings mutual, Natalia. That's a very lovely name."

"Thank you."

For a couple minutes, the two sat in silence. Most of the kids had gotten out and were being driven off. Samantha looked at Natalia. Natalia didn't seem to have gone through anything particularly traumatizing, she just seemed to be a kind woman. She seemed to enjoy the working with kids aspect of this.

"Do you mind me asking why you're in this kind of work?" The question tumbled out before Samantha could really think about it. Natalia looked at her, an unreadable expression on her face.

"I was once in the same situation as each and every last one of these kids." She answered. "I was eight when my mother sold me. I escaped at fifteen after killing my owner." She sniffled and clasped her hands together. "How about you? Why are you doing this kind of work?"

Samantha sighed. Natalia had been honest with her, might as well be honest right back.

"I was raised in a cult where I was treated...poorly. I escaped at fifteen as well, with the help of my brother. This work started by me taking down Children of The New Order, the cult I was a part of."

"Oh, I knew you looked familiar!" She turned towards Samantha. "Yeah, I saw you on the news when you did that. Also, I think I saw Danny post a couple pictures of you."

"Danny? As in Danny Lewis?"

Natalia nodded. "My sister was dating her. Before she vanished."

"Maxxie?"

"Mhm."

Samantha knew this wasn't the place to do it, but she laughed, even if for a brief second. She had nothing more to say to that.

"Haden! Over here!" A man called. "Leonie wants to talk to you again!"

Natalia looked between him and Samantha. "Well, it's been nice meeting you, Samantha." The blonde walked away and Samantha merely waved.