Her petty title did nothing for him. Big whoop, he told himself. So what if she had a fancy title and could flash a shiny badge. None of that meant jack shit if she couldn't close cases and solve the mystery at hand. And right now, from where Androw stood, she hardly seemed capable. Look at how easily he escaped her tank's hands. Had he wanted to do it, he could have killed this woman without flinching. They underestimated him and that was his upper-hand, his ace in the hole.

She tried to talk him down. Everyone always tried to talk him down, or back. He'd been on this side of the law before. They wanted answers. He had none to give. Or did he?

Brows knitting together, he blankly asserted himself to what happened around him. He needed to keep a keen eye on these folks. He wasn't an M.D. for nothing. He specialized in the art of humanity and life. He could detect the slightest weakness. He could taste fear. He trained for this. He trained to take out... Void.

As the woman in charge, Issa, spoke, Androw rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, let's just stand around and chitchat about how I'm right. You know, you people drive me crazy. You could already be onto the next clue but no, you would rather check up on things that I've already shared. Sure, I get it. You don't trust me. Fine, don't. But don't waste my time with looking up things I lived through. Things I saw. I have a monster to catch a woman to aven-"

The touchy-feely-let's-sit-on-people man spoke. That arrogant face of Androw's came back when Nathan spewed the obvious. "Duh." He shrugged before waving the crew off. "Wait, I forgot, I'm the suspect. Can't trust me. Must investigate everything and, yes, waste time."

Honestly, Androw didn't care if he came across hostile. He was livid that he had been tackled to the ground. Furthermore, his back-story was flashed before everyone, even the lowly officers not of Issa's squad. It was ever-so-peachy to know the world knew his secret, the secret that was supposed to be locked away.

Eyes adverting, he stared at the two-tone woman. She seemed to be snickering. Were his antics funny? Amusing? Either way, it didn't matter. Unlike these other two stiffs, she seemed more... well, human. He might be able to reason with her. Might be able to get her on his side.

Unable to finish his plot to convert Nastasiya, he was pulled back into the conversation.

"Bomb squad," his lips parted dramatically and gagged. Oi, talk about wasting money! No wonder intergalactic taxes were so high! These morons just wasted dollars after dollars on futile, pointless things. Sure, data was behind that wall but who needed that data when they could just follow the clues Androw so kindly laid out. Why, he might as well draw a picture of them. They were utterly daft and impossible to reason with.

Getting ready to leave, he found himself unable to. Eyes narrowing, a snarl came to his lips. Were they really "escorting" him to the ship.

Bullshit. More like forcefully moving him along. And dare he resist, he would likely be tased or cuffed, neither one pleasing nor warranting his energy.

Obediently, reluctantly, he followed. Eyes catching first glimpse of the ship, he tried not to laugh. Stifling it just enough, it sounded like a sneeze-hiccup. Or at least that's what Nastasiya must have heard because she said "Bless you." Odd thing to hear from one not of his own species, but the notion was nice.

(Speaking of Nastasiya , she did as Issa asked and left the building with the others; no point in dying sooner than necessary!)

"Uh, thanks." It was good to engage her. She clearly had an interest in him and, unlike these other two, knew something about humans -- even if only minimal.

And then, must to Androw's disbelief, he was booked. Trying not to let the veins in his forehead pop, he calmly took a seat in a chair and glared hostilely at the two that soon joined him. Arms placed neatly off to their sides (he wanted to show that he had nothing to hide so he kept his posture open and honest), he blinked at them. Face void and null of all expressions, he finally quipped a grin.

"Wow, this is some interrogation tactic. If you're not going to ask questions, I'm going to take a nap. I've had enough boredom for one day."

His smile, though devious, had something very handsome about it. Although simply human, Androw's features were far from ugly. In fact, one might even say he was in the top 10% for looks of his race. He had aged well and his sassy, cocky mannerisms were oh-so-perfect for him.

"On second thought," he began, "I might talk if I can get some water." He rasped, dramatically as expected. "And a burger." His brow perked. "You do know what burgers are.... right?"

Yes, it had begun. The mind games of Androw.

"Okay, okay. So, let's just do a quickie rundown. You two think I'm the one behind this. I'm not, but let's just run with it. When you do decide to book me, it won't hold. I'll be able to get myself out of the hot-seat and you'll be empty handed and without a lead. Me? Heh, I'm holding more cards. I know who your killer is, I know why they silenced your now-corpse, and I know where they're going next. I know the mastermind behind it all. But hey, if you want to keep those suspicious eyes trained on me and book me, go for it. It won't help your case any. Why, I bet I would be able to solve this mystery faster than your whole crew -- and whilst in jail!" He scoffed at his own joke. "But hey, I'm a fun man. Why not make things interesting and fun. Since you clearly need me, why not bring me on board. You haven't a medic from the look of things. And, let's be honest, I could use the money. I haven't been working for three years and my reserve if running out."

Sitting back in the chair, he put is feet on the table and leaned back. "Can't pay a 'criminal?' Fine, I'll take free room, board, and food. But," the chair skidding across the floor and his body flung across the table to look Issa dead in the eye. Just inches from her face, he smirked. "But I get to do what I want. I'm not of the law so I get to play with the law my own way. And if I break it, you fix it." His lips were so close that his breathe kissed her face and his cologne wafted into her air.

Folding back into his chair, he wrapped his arms around the chair's top. "So, whatcha say? Have we a deal, darling?"

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