It was not often Gazza had visitors. after all, who'd want to visit a convicted rapest?
Well onviously someone did, someone in a buisness suit.
Gazza stared at the man. The man stared a Gazza. Gazza squirmed uncomfortable in the interogation room chair. The buisness man shoved a suitcase over the cold hard table. It scratches as it slid.The suitcase stopped just before going off the table. Gazza  slouched back in his chair
"You FBI or something?" He practically spat the words out. The buisness man smiled. Well, it wasn't a smile. His teeth just became more visible. Gazza shivered.
Suddenly the man started laughing. Gazza joined in. the laughing stopped. The man slammed his hand on the table.
"ENOUGH!" He roared right it Gazza's fave. He sighed, screaming, i can deal with that, it's just the silence that creeps me out. The man straightened up his tie.
"I am not from you're 'FBI'. I come from something far greater than that" He smiled, bearing his teeth, just as a rotweiler does when it sees a kitten thought gazza. His adam's apple bobbed nervously
"C.I.A.?" He muttered weakly!
SLAM!
"ENOUGH I SAID!!!" Spit flew into gazza's face.
"Take a chill pill dude"
"I do not need you're chilling tablets and i am not this dude. my name..." he said leening in close "loki, and i," He walked round the table, his black boots clacking against the floor, "Am you're worst nightmare".....