He took out a packet of cigarrettes from his jacket, and the lighter from the same pocket. The metallic lighter made burn the peak of his cigarrette at the time that Ambre found the bretonian flag printed on his lighter. Jefferson inhaled the smoke from a pair of puffs and thought for the right answer.
-Then I guess you could provide us some deep information about yor shipline, as you know that much...?- She dodged the bull again, but Jefferson thought the precise words to corner her back. At the time he stands up from his chair and walks bordering the table, to reach Ambre's shoulders. He kept the sight on her meanwhile she was trying to ignore Jefferson's movements. When he was close enough to her cheek, he puffed the load of smoke rudely to her face and then he went back to his chair carrying a malefic smile.
-Then you'll just have to tell me why would we leave you to get back to the Roi or "baguette-land" sweetie-
Given how she wasn't restrained to the chair this time, Jefferson's actions finally built up to snap Ambre's patience. After hearing his last snarky comments after that disrespect, the woman stood up.
"Listen here, you idiotic Sirian - I've had /enough/ of your nonsense and taunting! You ignored every single question, so I'll ask one last time: when will I be released?!" she lifts her side of the table mildly to topple over the can of hot coffee on Jefferson.
The coffee was burning like hell. The liquid spilled on his crotch and he could feel real pain from it, but he beared his emotions of crying and yelling and stood still for a moment. Leaving this occurance as nothing have happened, he got enerved and talked again:
-Sit the hell down right now and don't you dare raising your voice to me again! I asked you two simple questions Gaul and you are not in the position to decide anything. You are still here because of your arrogance and lack of contribution, you could see we are "kind of" comprehensive even with scum like you- His tone waved on the entire room.
After a short moment Jefferson felt calm again. He put out his cigarrette and talked again -Answer my questions Ambre and I'll personally throw you in space with a ship and put you on the road back to the Roi. If you keep dodgeing my questions as if it was a bunch of bullets, you can be sure you'll end up writing sticks on your cell's wall for a long long time.
Ambre was surprised with the officer's nice reaction. She spilled his coffee on complete impulse, thinking about the consequences only after. She couldn't thank God enough, having got out of that situation without serious repercussion.
She sat back down into the chair, now staying silent. The officer's rant had her shaken. Her mind was in constant turmoil, a mixture of anger, regret, self loathing and confusion, all mixing in one big pot. It took a while to decide on how to speak.
"I'm sorry, if you hadn't been spending the time insulting me and my kingdom and actually told me you'd do that, this would've gone differently, Sirian... What -exactly- do you want to know?" she sighed, now listening attentively. Ambre threw her messy hair back behind her neck,as if to start the conversation anew.
-I am pretty sure I told you to call me by my name Mss. Lachance. However, I asked you before about your shipline and gallic tecnollogy. He keeps his sight on Ambre's eyes like he is about to bite her like a lion bites his prey.
I am very interested on kicking the Roi out of our systems, you know...Any ideas on where I should start? He was refering on how would the Bretonian forces work to behead the kind of "Le Roi", and Ambre understood this point since Jefferson left the first word. He emphasized and brought the leading tone that he might have lost during the interrogation. He could feel Ambre got a bit nervous and disturbed this time.
The next words sink the stake on Ambre : -Or should I call Graves back?-
"I know you're not going to like this answer, but like I said, I'm not some officer that knows all the big plans that I could answer you. You don't really have any sort of a match against the kingdom, unless you want to isolate yourself completely from the rest of Sirius and abandon your outer systems. Even then, it's only a matter of time..." the woman spoke nervously.
"Our ships are modern and much more sophisticated than yours, too. They have technology you're decades away from unlocking. And don't call that fiend here. I don't want him anywhere near me!'
Jefferson was loosing his pacience on an exponential way. He has always been a template man, however, this situation enerved him more than he expected. He fixed his sight on Ambre's eyes and could read some emotions, mainly fear, stress and fatigue.
Jefferson finally decided to cut the interrogation. After more than twenty punishing minutes, he could only ruin his leather pants and waste time. You could find the disappointment that he felt on his face. He clicked the button of the voice recorder to turn it off, and the press-click echoed on the entire space. Stood up pushing behind him the so unconfortable chair and turned around facing the door. At the time he reached the exit, which wasn't too long, he looked at Ambre for the last time, leaving the last words.
-Good luck, Mss. Lachance. I'm pretty sure we will see each other again, some day...- Turned to the exit and leaving everything behind, informs, expedients, files and of course Ambre, he took the door and left the room.
Jefferson left and later Sid re-entered into the room. He re-takes the recorder and sits down, looking Lachance.
"Very well, we've got enough from you! Do you want to know the answer of your insistent question? Well, NOW! But careful! When I say now, I meant from this prison! High ranks told me that they want you! So... it will be a simply transfer, buy you are still ours!"
He pick up the recorder
"Interrogation terminated! We've got what we want! 16/11/823 A.S. 16:00 Sirian time."
He stop the recorder and puts it in his pocket. Suddenly 2 Guards take Ambre, they stand up her and forcedly bring her to the exit. Sid doesn't change humor
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