<span style="font-family:Cairo">Despite everything going on, Tony was quite calm and perceptive of many things going on within the room. One of the most helpful things was the reading he was getting from the interpreter, actually. It would seem that the interpreter didn’t feel anything overly odd involving Amadan which meant that Tony’s own perceptions were things that it was likely only he was getting from the situation due to his own unique abilities. He couldn’t quite describe what he was sensing if he tried; he wasn’t concerned because it wasn’t likely he would <i>have</i> to describe it, but it troubled him nonetheless. Amadan’s whole demeanor didn’t seem to match the reading he was getting; there was something else that he was sensing and he wasn’t quite sure what it could’ve been. <br/>
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If he told his supervisor what was going on, Tony knew he would be told to go home and sleep it off because it would be presumed that perhaps he had taken the wrong things that morning or that perhaps he had had too much of a drink the night before. It wasn’t something many people were actually capable of understanding in the first place and it left Tony in the dark when he did encounter something that didn’t make sense to him. However, he had to deal with it for now because he knew if he left, the problems with the way this interrogation was being handled would quickly resume and he wasn’t willing to allow that. <br/>
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Tony nodded briefly to acknowledge Amadan’s words, recalling seeing that he was an immigrant from Spain within the file when he had glanced through it. That was one of the easier things to note and it was also readily apparent due to the interpreter’s presence. “Understandable,” he commented in regards to the fact that Amadan apologized for his potentially improper language usage. There wasn’t much more he could say to that point so he continued and addressed what had to be done next. Much to his surprise, Amadan seemed reasonably agreeable to waiting through it; he was prepared for some arguments regarding to not getting out right away, but he was appreciative of being allowed to do his job as it was supposed to be done. <br/>
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The little bump that he got surprised him more than a little. Tony had been so wrapped in his own senses and in trying to get ahold of the situation that way that he’d completely neglected to pay too much attention to the actual physical situation around him, and Tony almost immediately regretted that he’d been doing that as he had. He always struggled knowing which realm was the right realm to keep his attention at; Tony could never guess which was going to be more active. <br/>
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His body shied away from the touch on instinct and his senses remained aware for a moment longer. The transmission of energy was faint, but he could sense it and he wanted to let his own senses follow it along. Somehow, though, he found that barriers built within the room didn’t allow for that possibility. Even if he could, he wouldn’t have wanted to while he didn’t know what he was getting himself into in the process. Since he couldn’t investigate further, there was nothing to do really but to pull his senses back and collect them within himself. <br/>
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“No worries. I wouldn’t expect any less and I know it’s been a long day. I’m going to try and wrap this up quickly so you can get out o’ here. I wouldn’t want to be stuck here either,” Tony commented in response to the man’s apology. <br/>
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He did note that the foods requested were going to take a while for him to get; if worst came to worst, he could always run to the store because it wasn’t too far, but he also knew that that would take time away from his ability to get things done quickly. It wasn’t a very favorable situation on any level and he had to acknowledge that. Soup was the only thing that might be easy. Sometimes people left those microwavable ramen brand soups in the cupboards of the break room so that would be his first place to check. <br/>
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“I’ll see what I can do as far as putting something together for a dinner of sorts,” he added. <br/>
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Although he had been preparing to head out, Tony was caught off guard by one more question that Amadan offered him. It was an interesting question to him particularly because it had nothing to do with the situation that the two of them found themselves in. It seemed more of a topic for casual conversation and he was surprised that Amadan had the patience to go through some sort of conversation like that. However, letting his senses assess the situation again, Tony knew that it was legitimate curiosity. <br/>
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“Tony is short for Anthony,” he answered. “Though my own history is a little fuzzy,” because he didn’t have much use of keeping track of all of it, “I would be willing to guess that Anthony and Antonio both come from the same origins.” He was right in saying that but he wasn’t one to try to delve into details he wasn’t certain of. “Deschenes is French from somewhere along the line. Though I know my origins trace back there, I can’t track it with my own family. We’ve been here for a while.” <br/>
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Thinking about it, Tony considered that perhaps it would be helpful in learning the language to understand the origins of some of the particulars within it. He supposed that could explain some of the reasoning behind Amadan’s questions. After understanding that possibility, Tony realized he was more willing to distribute that information. It was odd to simply explain things like his name to an interrogee though; he could not deny that. <br/>
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“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to send someone to confirm your alibi and after I’ve got them moving, I’ll look into finding you something to eat while we wait for that confirmation to come back.” Tony allowed his gaze to drift between Amadan and the interpreter for a few moments longer to wait and see if anything needed explanation - and he would clarify if that was needed - before he turned and headed out of the interrogation room followed closely by the interpreter. <br/>
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Before the interpreter left, though, he asked “¿Quieres otro vaso de agua?” And he would wait for an answer. <br/>
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Rather than waiting to see what the interpreter was asking about, Tony decided that Javier could handle himself and he instead headed straight towards the observation room in which he knew he would find his supervisor and also likely the two officers that had previously been interrogating Amadan. It was one of those two who he intended to send to verify Amadan’s alibi because that was a hard thing for them to mess up. However, his ability to tell them what to do was limited by his supervisor so that meant he was really uncertain of how this next conversation would go. <br/>
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That would not stop him from pushing open the door, though. His supervisor sat there waiting for him although there was only one of the two officers in the room along with him. Tony realized that the other must have left the room somewhere along the way. <br/>
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“So, I suppose now’s the time where you tell me you have this ‘feeling’ that we ought to let him go, am I right, Detective Deschenes?” The chief began right off the bat.<br/>
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Tony struggled not to roll his eyes at that comment. He should have expected something like that and it shocked him as odd that he hadn’t been prepared for it. However, he managed to withhold his reaction of annoyance and instead to take it as it was. “Actually, no. I’m going to tell you that I would like to check his alibi and if that checks out, we honestly have no evidence or reason to hold him for any longer. If you truly feel it is necessary, we can keep him under surveillance, but we cannot legally hold him here.” <br/>
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Of course, he was wrong… kind of. Terrorism tended to follow different rules and from all accounts, that was what Amadan was being accused of. Even then, though, Tony’s conscience would not allow him to hold the man when they had no apparent reason to do so. He briefly wondered if his chief would point that out to him or not. <br/>
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Luckily, he didn’t. Instead, the chief nodded and turned to face the other detective in the room. “Will you go to Casa Marianella and verify the alibi, please?” <br/>
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There was an expression of surprise on Tony’s face. He hadn’t expected the chief himself to request such things and it made him feel like for once, the office wasn’t the most corrupt and cold place in existence. Of course, even Tony wouldn’t fall for that for long, though. Within the room he could feel that there were other motives running through his supervisor’s mind; he couldn’t identify them, but their presence alone concerned him and that would be something to address another time. For now, someone was heading to check on the alibi and that meant Tony was free to go find Amadan something to eat. <br/>
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The other detective left the room first and Tony followed close behind leaving the chief to contemplate the present state of the situation. <br/>
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Tony’s first footsteps carried him towards the break room where he first peered into the fridge and then into the cupboards. The fridge didn’t have much to offer because - as one would expect - most people packed their food in lunch boxes and Tony wasn’t looking to be that invasive. In the cupboard, though, he did manage to find a cup of Ramen soup and he quickly opened that container and filled it with water. It was microwavable. Though he didn’t expect that a cup of soup would be anywhere close to enough, he imagined it would hold someone over until his fellow detective returned with confirmation of the alibi. <br/>
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As far as Tony was concerned, everything was slowly falling into place. <br/>
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It was only about ten minutes after he had left that Tony returned with the cup of soup and a little plastic spoon in a wrapper. He quickly set it on the table and slid it across to Amadan. “I know it’s not much, but I do imagine something is better than nothing and I don’t think it will take too long for them to confirm your alibi.” He was trying his best to be honest and he wasn’t sure what else there was that he needed to address.</span>