The two strangers walked straight past Whinney into her apartment. The strange woman looked around and turned to her partner, saying, "Filthy, not conclusive, but certainly supports the theory" in a low voice. Whinney looked on in disbelief at these two who claimed to be law enforcement, violating her privacy, rummaging through her messy home. She felt a familiar dark heat growing in her chest up into her throat, like a flaming tumor. She felt as if she had to do something or she would boil over, but had no clue what. She slammed the door shut, making the entire apartment stairwell echo, and stomped into the apartment. "Here to help? fucking bullshit. Who do these sons of bithes think they are?" she thought while walking up to the man who stood by the wall next to the window. "Hey, you, you tell me just what the fuck you think you're doing. Get the fuck out of my home, or I'll," but she was interrupted by the man, who spoke calmly, as if he hadn't listened to her at all. "You did this?" Gesturing to the broken wall. "Yeah... so what? get out o...". "With a hammer? Or with your fist?" He looked down at her battered and bruised right hand. "Who cares! I'm telling you to get out of my home!". Whinney felt a hand on her shoulder and felt hot breath next to her ear. The woman had come up behind her and spoke, "You're angry, and the wall, that's enough, we've seen all we need to". She said this at Whinney, but the man was the one who answered, "This is true, Willheminia, you are under arrest". Whinney was boiling. "Oh no I'm not! You people are not cops or detectives!", she said loudly, not screaming, baling her fist. The man spoke again, "Yes, we are, and yes, you are. We have credible evidence tying you to two counts of grievous bodily harm, several cases of assault, and many more counts of destruction of property". Whinney blinked, not understanding. Now she knew that these people had the wrong person. "That's not true!", fear mingling with anger, "I've never hurt anybody! And I haven't destroyed anybody's property". "C'mon, Wilheminia, we won't hurt you," The woman said from behind her, the hand on her shoulder now gripping her. "I'll tell you a secret," she whispered, "I'm just like you". What is that supposed to mean? As far as Whinney could tell, there was nothing similar between them. That said, she felt her anger simmering down slightly. "I want you... to help us". Shiver. "... Why?". Why was she still gripping her shoulder, and why wouldn't Whinney break loose? "Won't you come with us? It really is for your own best". "But I'm not the one you're looking for!". "Then come with us and we'll prove your innocence". Whinney couldn't say why she was suddenly considering this woman's words, but for some reason, she wanted to appease this woman. "Is this really necessary?". "Yes, it really is". Whiney's knees felt weak, and her body felt slow and soft. She had lost all will to fight. "...Alright".
Whinney was led out and into the back of a black car. If this were a kidnapping, this would have been the point of no return. Actually, who's to say this wasn't a kidnapping? Whinney hadn't even gotten their names. As if prompted, the man who was now driving looked at Winney in the mirror with his wide-open, never-blinking, gross eyes. "My name's Emet, and this is my partner Aeshma". "Ok, and you're police?". "No, not quite. We are part of an international group that specializes in cases like yours". "Interpol? I thought this was about assault". "No, not interpol. We are part of the S.O.F. You will learn more if we judge you to be of use". "Of use! What the hell is this? I thought I was being arrested!". "You are being arrested, but we don't really care about your violent tendencies". This wasn't good. She had no clue what was going on now. Had they tricked her? Was any of what they had told her true? Why had she agreed to step into a car with strangers? "Let me go!". "Can't do that, Wilheminia, but I wasn't lying when I said that we want to help you. The part about you hurting people was true as well, and we know that you were the one who did so, even though you might not". Whinney's head was spinning. "Be still now, you are safe for now".