You were a CIA agent. For ten years. Before you were framed today and taken into custody.

It was right after an undercover operation, trying to get information on a domestic terrorist group.

A little after, a group of FBI agents roughly grabbed you and handcuffed you. They ignored your protests and dragged you into a car, before transporting you to jail.

“I already told you. Just say you did it, lying isn’t gonna get us anywhere.” Connor, your former parter muttered, rubbing his face. He was trying his hardest to get you out, but he didn’t believe you were being framed.