A few moments I have, so I'm copy and past this:
The FBI headquarters. Quite a wonder to see, the work of Hoover, Mark thought. And then, out loud, very intentionally, he remarked, "Well, wouldn't it be NICE if I didn't have these handcuffs on!"
The FBI agent holding him to the left bumped him, more like a warning, and muttered. "Not now."
Then a different voice came, a deep one. "Well, it'd be nice for you. But, you're a federal fugitive, and if you walked in the FBI like that, it would cause quite a panic, no?"
Mark shrugged, then stopped. Without turning around, he said, "Sure, sure." He paused for a moment, then, in a sarcastic tone, said, "So, tell me, "Inspector" Gray. Why are the Interpol and FBI working together against this syndicate? I thought the last incident that happened would've stopped such an alliance."
The reply came accompained with a deep sigh and through gritted teeth. "I'm working with you, not because I like it, but for the sake of the world. So just make it bearable, will you?"
"Oh, and it's bearable for me?" For emphasis, he rattled his handcuffs. Mark sighed, then said, "I know of the incident. Quite an excellent cover-up. Of course, considering the fact it occured in war, not so much. Truth is cheap in war."
"I had nothing to do with that. I wasn't even in the Interpol back then."
Mark shrugged again. "K." He then started walking.