Jefferson was surprised this time for her answer, but he couldn't step back. Glanced at his coffee again and took another sip, now way longer, he could feel the burining liquid draining to his stomach. Focuses his sight to Ambre and let his words drift from his mouth.
-I'd rather hear you adressing to me with my name, Ambre. As I'm doing the same- Smiles politely to her trying to hide the falseness of the tone and answers her question with a bitter voice:-Sid interrogated you because he brought you here. Graves came because he is just good on his labour, and I came for my own interests more than for my job, not to mention I was there on the assault flying the Havoc.IV bomber-ship. Is that enough for you. Mss. Lachance?- Remarks these last words with a louder and ironic tone.
-I promise that you won't be out of here before you give us what we want- Takes a deep breath and begins to formulate the next question.
At the time he started to feel something strange. Something was boiling inside his veins and captivated his thoughts. Perhaps he liked the way that Ambre got rid of Graves and Sid. Maybe the way she moves. Maybe the way she fights. Maybe were her beautiful eyes fixed on Jeff's ones, with this intense looking. Jefferson couldn't hide that he was nervous, at least not at all.
-I...I want to know from where you stept into Cambridge, as Sid asked you and you evaded the topic. Then,give me something that I should like to know about Gaul techniques on dueling, what they taught you, your Intel and if you got any update on the Roi's plans for the near future-...
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