"Guess I'll have to be content with that answer." She cleared her throat before she started speaking again. This time with a more ironic tone. "And if you continue to answer, I maybe even let you pose some questions." She turned her head away from Steiner and noted something in her notebook. As soon as she was done, she turned the page and noted another headline. This time it was 'Strength'.
She turned her head over to Steiner again. "This time I got a bit of a more interesting question for you. I'm sure you're going to like it." She chuckles as she moves the hair out of her face. "And if you resist to answer, I'll make you answer. I might not be the strongest but I sure can pack a punch." She got serious again and straightened her uniform again. After a short break she continued. "Unit strength. Tell me about the size of the Bretonian forces. How many are there? And how many are able to fight? The amount of Capital ships, bombers and fighters, I want to know everything." Her face was serious, she now knew that he either answered or not. And for the latter, she was already looking for a good spot to hit Steiner. She narrowed it down to two possibilities. A punch in the stomach or a bash on the back of the head.
He rolled his eyes and gave her a blank, unamused look, Have you been paying attention? I'm a Policeman, a Bobby a Peeler. Not Military intelligence, not High Command. How in Gods name should I know what their strength is? He was decidedly unimpressed hat her questions, and even if he did know, he wouldn't say anything. 'fraid you got the wrong fella to be asking those sorts of questions love. Ask me about a medical condition and you'll have better luck.
"Hmpf. You still might know a bit. If not, what stops me from disposing of you?" she stood up and walked in front of Steiner. Her face turned grim as she looked down on Steiner. "Again. What do you know? You do have to know something about some force, don't you? What about the police? You do know how many people there are, don't you?" Amelié got angry. She didn't want to be the one who captured a useless Bretonian, rather someone who got good information out of the enemy. Her notebook was lying on the ground, she had pushed it of the table when she stood up. The pen next to the notebook and the hair in her face.
I know a rough number, yes. Nothing is certain, and I would rather you sat back down. He said calmly, looking up at her This does not need to get unpleasant. So be calm, sit. And I will see what I can tell you. While his mouth spoke, his mind desperately searched for the appropriate lies and tall tales he could spin to soften the blow.
Amelié took a deep breath. Pushing the hair out of her face she turned her back to Steiner. "I'll give you another chance. I'll stay calm and you tell me what you know." She picked up the notebook and the pen. Without any noise she placed the pen and notebook on the table, slightly moving it to the edge. With a quick move she turned and sat on the table again. Her tone got calmer again and she now had the emotionless look in her eyes, just like before.
"Very well then, I'll be listening 'Sir'". She straightened her uniform again and turned her head slightly to Steiner.
Better was all he thought. Far better to deal with a neutral person than an angry one, although now she would be far harder to lie to. Still, he could offer half truths if nothing else. I do not know exact numbers my dear, I trust you can appreciate that. However I can tell you only what I have seen and heard. Which is to say that Manchester is getting more and more crowded, if you catch my meaning. Likewise, Poole is becoming more active as well, for reasons I am not privy too I'm afraid. New London was already fortified, before you ask, little has changed there, and I do not know about Cambridge or Gibraltar. He hoped that would keep her at least partly happy, or less inclined to murder him outright. Of course, what he had said was technically true, aside from Poole and New London, he just happened to not mention anything too damaging.
"So, you do know something. That's interesting." she pulled her notebook onto her lap and opened it. Quickly she scribbled down what Steiner said. She left the notebook on her lap after she was done writing. The pen was placed on top of the notebook. "Very well then, it seems your civilians are retreating to the more 'secure' systems while you keep reinforcing New London."
She straightened her uniform, cleared her throat and pushed the hair out of her face. "Next question then. You should know you a lot about the systems in Bretonia. It just so happens that we are quite interested in a complete map of all systems in Bretonia and the ones bordering it. I'm fairly certain you can help us out with that, right?" Her eyes wandered to the window. It seemed that the sun was already starting to set. It has been a while since Amelié last had visited Gallia. The front consumed all her time and left no spare time to visit her home.
Her questions seemed so mundane, almost like Gallia didn't have an Intelligence service dedicated to finding the answers to the questions. He chuckled quietly at the thought that all their information relied on prisoners. I could...but I won't. I don't think I need to explain why that is. If you wish to see Bretonia, you must explore it yourself my dear. Next Question? He gave her a warm, but defiant smile, fully aware of what would come next.
"I see. Guess you're really worthless. Do you have anything more to say? Or should I lock the door and let you rot in here?" Her voice was cold and emotionless. She straightened her uniform again and stood up. The notebook and pen was in her hand. She noticed the sun began to set as she turned her head towards the window. In her head, the stream of thoughts of failure wouldn't stop and blocked any attempt to find another question she could ask for Steiner. She hoped that threat to lock him up in here forever would force him to change his mind and start cooperating or even tell her something that might be of interest.
"And?" She turned towards the door and placed her hand on the nob.
And He said looking at her with a blank expression, almost like he was trying to call her bluff You were leaving. Have a cup of tea sweetheart, I suspect these sorts of things take their toll. I'll be here when you want to have another crack. The thought of some peace appealed to him quite a bit, she could have been kind enough to leave a book behind but he seriously doubted that would be the case and thought it best not to say anything, and he was pretty sure he could find some other way to keep himself occupied for the time being.
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