CRUNCH!

Buster had drained another can of diet cola and was cradling the empty in his paw as he talked. At that last line his fist angrily closed on the can, crushing it into a ball with his grey pawpads.

"Sorry. I really fucking hated that guy."

Dr. Calvini would normally be a much more active interrogator, but like Buster had said his defenses were down. Better to just let him uncork as much as possible. They could go over it in more detail later. He was exhausted and running on chemicals, she felt that the moment she pushed back he would shut down. She needed to save it for the end.

She was letting her stylus do the talking as she notated his confession with timestamps. Her note system was based on chess notation, and already there were multiple times that she had marked a double question mark: Blunder.

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She added one of those blunder marks as he crushed the can in reflexive anger. At first she felt a twinge of self-doubt, she was taller than most of the men in the resistance so she was on guard for the rare feeling of physical intimidation. But no, she thought, I'm not afraid of him. I definitely think he's dangerous, but he's not dangerous right now.

Plus, there was the electrostasis actuator hidden in his collar. The button to activate it was never more than two taps away on Dr. Calvini's tablet. The observation team had a remote trigger as well, and the security checkpoints at all the entrances and exits would activate it if he tried to run.

Buster Harkness wasn't going anywhere for a long time.

"So, what was stopping you from wiping that smirk off Lance's face forever?" she asked

"I was the only thing stopping me."