Sid's voice remains the same, it seemed that he wanted to learn to threaten like Graves.
He retakes the record, started a moment before that she begun to speak.
"Sending a single bomber in Cambridge to stop multiple transports convoys is not a good idea. Why I should believe to this? And then... what transports particularly did you have to destroy? From Bretonia to Omega or the contrary?"
"I just told you. Intel didn't expect to have any sort of serious patrols or ships passing by, it was the perfect opportunity to disrupt supply lines. One Gallic bomber is more than enough to make sure Sirian ships end up with gaping holes in the bridge." her arrogance started recovering slightly.
"It didn't matter what transports there were. Anything that went into Bretonia was to either turn around or their captains get executed on the spot..."
"So you mostly had to destroy transports that they went from omegas to Bretonia!"
Sid was satisfied. But he had other questions to do but after what it's happened about this day, he didn't want to do other but rest that poor woman.
"You suffered enough for today! Interrogation suspended, first question replied!"
He turns off the recorder, same return to cell operations...
Third day. This time the food aren't so bad, after a good dinner of yesterday and a good breakfast. After the lunch time she forced to return to that room, to their officers. This time she was afraid, she wanted to stay to that cell. But this time the guards didn't even do some taunts or something, they were... neutrals, they didn't say nothing, there's almost silence, despite various discussions between other men...
"So, you finally managed to answer the first question, here's the second! A Bomber, in Cambridge system. This isn't a relevant frontier from Gallics! You normally attack from Magellan or Leeds, not from omegas! This would mean that you started to attack from other sides, maybe you settled a border station! From where did you from? Are there various checkpoint, Battleships or stations on your fleets?"
The woman sat down on the chair again after being thrown into the room once more, it was becoming repetitive more than anything. A sense of dread set in as she noticed Graves once again sitting on the other side of the table, the same disgusting smirk of his painted on his face. At this point, she'd rather just stay in her cell and rot than be in that person's sight for any longer. Regardless, the solitude after yesterday helped her come over her experiences yesterday.
"I'm not sure if you understand common sense, Sirian, but there's more to war than fighting on the frontlines. Ofcourse, that's probably not valid to you, considering you're already cornered like rats." her arrogance streak began showing once more.
"We know how to get around Bretonia and we have eyes and ears. Our intel didn't say there's lots of traffic or patrols at the time, and I made use of that. Simple, oui?"
"Saw that you know it, and while another official arrives, how you know get around Bretonia? How you do to elude our supervision? And don't answer "Military secrets" (He tells it imitating a woman) that you know what will happen!"
"I get orders to do that and that at a specific time. Do you think I'm some high ranking capitaine or something?!" the woman retorted, upset by the mocking attempts.
She takes a moment to come up with her next choice of words.
The door was getting opened slightly and the gap of light coming from the previous room could reach Sid's eyes, right after Ambre's ones. Awaiting for someone to poke out, Ambre could feel the odour of a burning coffee coming from the officer's hands. Jefferson took one more step inside the small room and took a sip on the cup. His eyes were covered on his old-fashioned Aviator glasses so Sid couldn't expect a wink coming from his eyelid right saying he is relieved now. Salutes Sid and takes a seat, he found the moment to show his face and stash his glasses preparing some words to introduce himself:
-I heard about you, and, of course, read your expedient with desire. You are such a notorious girl around, did Sid mention that?-Frowns and rubs his unbearded chin.
-I have to mention, you weren't lucky on finding Graves on your way. Sid is such a nice buddy, If you were looking for someone to get out of here, he could have been your man, but you refused to contribute- . Fixes his sight on Sid, and grins with a satisfied face, at the time he asks him gently to leave.
"... Ah, here you are!" Sid doesn't change humor, but if necessary he was ready to smile for some Jefferson's pun that could arrive after that... twist. After looked his for all time that he spoke, Sid's look returns to Ambre.
"Another Officer that will do you some questions else! Answer my last one and maybe with me you'll have finished!"
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