This was supposed to be a writing prompt but I just kept writing it and now it's like 600 words and I didn't know what to do with it so yup here's CSI Fail.

"I stuttered. I tried again, only to get the same results. I kept stuttering, vainly trying to convey my message, but I just couldn't form the words. She sighed, and said, "I swear if you don't stop stuttering I WILL cut your vic cords out!" After that, I managed to whisper, "What is it they coal you?" She smirked at me, a smirk full of hate.
"They call me Black Arrow." That was the last thing I remembered. Then it was lights out for me."

The girl finished her story and sat back in her chair, unaware she had been leaning forward. The four men on the other side of the desk looked at each other, eyebrows slightly higher than normal. After a moment, one of the man turned to her.

"Where did you say this took place?"

"In the alley across Dunfird Street." She replied.

The men again looked at each other. This was a development they had not been expecting. The single blonde man then asked her another question.

"What did you feel when you first woke up?"

She smirked. "Nothing." She replied. The blonde man frowned. Her grin grew. "Robots don't feel anything. They don't have actual emotions. So, therefore, I felt nothing, because I am actually a robot Natasha built just for this interrogation, because she thought it would be boring. Let me introduce you to her." The robot girl pointed to the door just as it automatically swished open. The men stared in disbelief as a girl, previously kneeling, stood, hand on stuck out hip and waved. She started slow clapping as she entered, matching her steps to her claps.

"Nice job boys." She huffed, smiling. "Got dupped by a 17 year old girl and a story she wrote in third grade. You should be proud of your 20 years of CSI investigations. It clearly helped you today."

The men looked, mouth agape, from her, to the robot, and back to her. Their minds were complete blown at the absolute perfect likeness between them. There was literally nothing distinguishingly different about them.

She then began swinging something on her finger. It resembled a key, or like a long version of one anyway. She looked each of them in the eye.

"Oh, and yes, I did open the door on my own. You really shouldn't use hiper-algopranium locks. The fradickle levels make it super easy to melt and therefore hack and open." She continues staring at them, triumph on her face. When the men did nothing, however, her grin faded, replaced with a scowl.

"Guys, I literally just hacked a top security room, that I was technically supposed to already be in, and even more technically was already in, but that's besides the point. I broke the law! Aren't you going to do anything about it?!"

The oldest man in the room shook his head, then called for security. Natasha feigned shock, then fought the guards super lamely, eventually though losing and being dragged away facing the men. Right before the door closed the triumphant men looked at her. Then they all groaned.

She was grinning, holding up a card key that would let her escape her holding cell whenever she wished. The blonde man stood and cracked his knuckles.

It was game on.

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