She placed the bar towel on the edge of his table, he looked up from his beer. "I hope you don't mind me joining you for a moment," he looked up again blankly," feel free," she slid onto the bench opposite, deliberately positioning herself between him and the door. "The first thing I want to say is that I do not actually work here, I am not a barmaid," “ok so what do you do?" "You could say I work for the government, my name’s Ann by the way, Ann Martin, at the moment I'm based here in the area working with the local Police Authority. " She passed her warrant card; he smiled and passed it back unopened. “Well now you know who I am, I must ask you, for the record, who you are, because frankly you are a bit of a mystery, a lot of man hours have been expended trying to ascertain your identity with very mixed results." “I am flattered, but from where I am sitting there is no mystery at all - my card." He passed her a business card that bore the legend Tenniel & Dodgson, Asset Management Ltd, before she could read further he had taken it back. "You like card tricks," he tapped it once on the table and passed it back. It said C. Breeze, wholescale Fish linger, Dover Place, Cape Cod. "Something fishy here," he said covering the card, when he removed his hand, she saw an exact copy of her security ID, including chip and screen; fortunately the screen was blank, she breathed a silent sigh of relief, gathering her composure she forced a thin smile.” I’m not surprised at your sleight of hand; at the back of my mind I never expected this to be a straightforward interview to be honest. Considering the little information we do have to hand about you, and the wild theories that are flying about, I would not have been shocked if you had disappeared in a puff of sulphurous smoke.
" He swirled the remaining dregs of beer around his glass and swallowed, "well if we are going to bring honesty in to the conversation, we may as well use our real names and stop pissing about; I'm Simon and you are Alisia Eddell, so Alice, would you like a drink?" she shivered, “ yes, yes please I will have the same as you, but just a small one," he half turned and smiled; establish a rapport with the subject, make him feel comfortable and at ease, emphasize that you seek only to understand his viewpoint, reacting appropriately to anything he may disclose etc etc, classic initial interrogation technique. He winked; but then that's what you do, why you are here, “I am more interested in the how you chose to speak to me specifically, where we go from here, and where the bad cop is hiding." He moved to the bar, she turned casually towards the window at the end of the table that looked out onto the street, she tapped it twice and said, "I hope you got all that, I think we are getting somewhere, he seems to want to talk, the ID thing threw me but I do not think we need to get heavy.. Just yet, I can't see any of our people, all OK".
He returned passed her beer and sat down, "So – ladies first - what made you pick on me?” She glanced out onto the street and took a drink, "two years ago, as part of the war on terror, this town was chosen to test and update our surveillance equipment; it already had a good camera network, both traffic and security with basic face recognition software and a state of the art control centre. There were dozens of private systems installed in various pubs, clubs, department stores and local businesses, it was a matter of linking them all together and running them through a single interface with enough computing power to handle the vast amount of information that it would generate. A further thirty odd units were added to cover blind spots and the whole geographical area covered by high definition satellite surveillance, in short a mouse couldn't fart without us having film of it." He stroked his chin, "that’s all very clever, but I do not see how that led you to me," she leaned back looking him in the eye, "I seem to be doing all the talking here, let me ask you just one question; are you human?”
" He swirled the remaining dregs of beer around his glass and swallowed, "well if we are going to bring honesty in to the conversation, we may as well use our real names and stop pissing about; I'm Simon and you are Alisia Eddell, so Alice, would you like a drink?" she shivered, “ yes, yes please I will have the same as you, but just a small one," he half turned and smiled; establish a rapport with the subject, make him feel comfortable and at ease, emphasize that you seek only to understand his viewpoint, reacting appropriately to anything he may disclose etc etc, classic initial interrogation technique. He winked; but then that's what you do, why you are here, “I am more interested in the how you chose to speak to me specifically, where we go from here, and where the bad cop is hiding." He moved to the bar, she turned casually towards the window at the end of the table that looked out onto the street, she tapped it twice and said, "I hope you got all that, I think we are getting somewhere, he seems to want to talk, the ID thing threw me but I do not think we need to get heavy.. Just yet, I can't see any of our people, all OK".
He returned passed her beer and sat down, "So – ladies first - what made you pick on me?” She glanced out onto the street and took a drink, "two years ago, as part of the war on terror, this town was chosen to test and update our surveillance equipment; it already had a good camera network, both traffic and security with basic face recognition software and a state of the art control centre. There were dozens of private systems installed in various pubs, clubs, department stores and local businesses, it was a matter of linking them all together and running them through a single interface with enough computing power to handle the vast amount of information that it would generate. A further thirty odd units were added to cover blind spots and the whole geographical area covered by high definition satellite surveillance, in short a mouse couldn't fart without us having film of it." He stroked his chin, "that’s all very clever, but I do not see how that led you to me," she leaned back looking him in the eye, "I seem to be doing all the talking here, let me ask you just one question; are you human?”
This is the tenth damn link I've seen these last few days from you, Motokid! Stop trying to get other posters to visit the threads you're interested in. No one cares! You didn't even give this poster the criticism he asked for...
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