The DSA

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Their van had been there all day, no one had come to do anything about the creature in the house. But no sooner had Clarissa killed it than backup arrived. When she exited there were at least forty men with guns waiting for her. There was no love lost between her in the DSA in the new world, but she felt this was excessive. They handcuffed her and brought her to regional office. She was placed in an interview room and had to wait. Government loved to keep people waiting, it was something Clarissa felt every time she'd dealt with them since Gilbert's passing.

"Sorry about the wait we were doing inventory on your vehicle."

"Am I being charged with a crime?" The man who had come in was a tall thin white man, the kind of person who screamed career bureaucrat.

"Should you be?" Clarissa never liked this I know what you don't style of interviewing.

"Well if I'm not under arrest than I want out of here I got shit to do."

"Not so fast." Clarissa slumped into her chair.

"We lost five people in that house, and yet you walked out of there no issue."

"You're agents suck, are we done here?"

"Sit down." The voice was more commanding now, Clarissa just didn't feel like she had the time to care about it. "Lot of good men lost their lives to your former employer, lot of good families are still in danger do to what he did."

"What you all did, Gilbert only took over for the government, but it was the government who were tromping into the fey in the first place, hell that creature that killed your men was some form of Imp, I imagine it held ill will after the recent unpleasantness."

"I don't like you, and you don't like me, independent contractors like you are dangerous, so stay out of the way of the DSA, or next time maybe we won't just arrest you, you can go." Clarissa wanted to say more to the thin man, but felt it was better to just leave it be. On the way out of the office someone handed her bags of her stuff they'd taken from her truck, the guy doing the handing was a rude asshole with a crew cut and a smirk like what he was doing was funny. Clarissa took her things, filled out the dumb paperwork that came with it and got down to her truck to leave.

The DSA office was in Seattle, so it took her a few hours to get back to Ellensburgh, by the time she was there it was very dark out. The wind was also howling fairly aggressively as it often did in the winter. Clarissa had barely sat down again before the door opened and the cowboy stepped inside.

"Its far too late in the day for this bullshit." The cowboy tipped up his hat and smiled.

"Sister you don't know the half of it."