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Listless And Afar

"Hello Hugo, come for another fun chat?" Sicillian smiled sarcastically, venom dripping from her voice. The man in the black suit clenched his jaw, sitting down on the chair opposite her.

"Can you stop... Doing that?" Every syllable he spoke screamed of incompetence and uncertainty.

"Doing what?" The brunette feigned stupidity.

"Being so, like, annoying?"

"Aw, am I pissing you off? Pity." The American woman surveyed the room she'd been brought to with disinterest. It was a nice change from her sleeping quarters, but every wall was white, no decorations. "Look, you should know by now I'm not going to help you. Why are you even here?"

"You know what was so boring about working with Riggins?" Oh good, another anecdote. He did those a lot, ignoring questions and spiralling off tangents, not caring that no one actually gave a single shit. "He never, like, let me use the weapons, you know? It was always: 'blah blah blah, we'll talk to them' it was so annoying."

"And this is relevant how?" The Hollistic Assistant arched an eyebrow, picking at her fingernails nonchalantly.

"Because now he's gone... I can do what I want! So I'm gonna- I'm gonna give you one last chance to cooperate." Sicillian sighed.

"Or what? As far as I'm aware, you don't know where Todd and Farah are. Nothing you could do to me would change my mind, and you need Dirk alive, so you can't hurt him. What actual leverage do you have over me?" She asked. It was sort of twisted, but the only fun she got around here was annoying Freidkin, watching him struggle. It was amusing. And besides, in her mind, it was adequate payback for the years of her life she'd never get back spent either in Blackwing, or on the run from it.

"Where are the Brotzmans and Farah Black?" The Supervisor asked her.

"We've been over this. I don't know. If I did, I wouldn't tell you. And no, I can't use my adaptations to find them. When will you learn that? Besides, shouldn't you be the one telling me that? You're some, big government organisation. You managed to tail me for fifteen years, but you can't locate three people?" Sicillian shook her head in mock disappointment. "Oh yeah, that's because this was before you were in charge. You seeing the pattern here, or do you need me to spell it out?" Freidkin shifted uncomfortably, asking another question.

"How does your power work?" The American woman could have hit him.

"I haven't got a fucking power!" She curled and uncurled her fists, trying to calm down. "It isn't how it works. The universe tells me who to help-"

"What's your connection to Dirk Gently?" Sicillian paused. He hadn't asked her that one before.

"I was his assistant for a few weeks. We're old friends." It was the first time the green eyed American had actually answered one of the blonde's questions, figuring there was no hurtful information in the statement to either her or the brunette brit in question.

"What do you know about Project Incubus and Project Marzanna?" Oh good, they were back to this.

"I already told you. The Rowdy Three saved our lives. Bart tried to kill Dirk. How many times must we go over this?" This was beginning to get tiresome.

"Where are the fourth member of Project Incubus and Project Marzanna now?" Freidkin asked.

"So you don't have them?" This perked Sicillian's interest. Knowing that one of the members of the Rowdy Three still roamed free gave her hope that Amanda wasn't totally alone. Of course, she knew from the Supervisor's repetitive questions that they hadn't managed to capture her yet, but it was a comforting thought that she had some protection.