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<br/>​</div><div style="text-align: left">Amadan had been detained so long in the interview room that he'd had enough time to take mental notes of every shade of gray the room contained, from the washed out concrete walls to the almost clinical steel-blue metal table. The room lacked windows, but had a panel of incandescent lights overhead that blinked intermittently in a migraine-inducing manner. The simple horizontal surfaces were no frills and easy to wipe down, including the mirrored back wall. The two chairs at the table felt as comfortable as sitting on a wooden church pew with a bad case of hemorrhoids, and its unyielding rigidity was more than likely the reason Amadan needed to stand up every 30 minutes or so. Usually suspects that were brought in to be interrogated sat in an interview room similar to this one, and probably thought the mirrored back wall <i>was</i> a mirror.<br/>
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It was actually a two-way mirror, and there were detectives observing him from behind a semi-transparent film of aluminum on gray-tinted glass. If Amadan were like other humans, there should have been no way for him to know people were watching him from behind the reflective surface. His stygian gaze studied the mirror with such a fierce intensity that the officers observing him during his interview became rattled, and had to step outside for a breather. Amadan wasn't swayed to recant his version of the story or break no matter how many scare tactics investigators used while trying to throw Amadan's timeframe of events off to suit their agenda. Amadan's nonchalant attitude also seemed to get under the skin of quite a few seasoned detectives at the police station, including the two men that left the room pissed off a few minutes ago.<br/>
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He calmly waited to see how long it would take before Tony to become irritated with him, especially since he'd just given the same mundane rundown of what he'd done with his evening on the night he was suspected of masterminding a murder. Out of all of the people down at the station, Tony was the only official to offer Amadan a glass of water. Time would tell if the atmosphere in the interview room became ramped up with antipathy as it had before. Amadan enunciated his words clearly enough that the interpreter in the room didn't find it necessary to translate his description of the events leading up to his finally being placed in police custody early in the morning.<br/>
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Now it was dusk, and more importantly, Amadan wanted to eat. But not so for the spider lurking within him.<i> It wanted to consume.</i>The old crone wielding her evil sorcery didn't select just any ordinary spider. She selected <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.viralnova.com%2Fbrazilian-wandering-spider%2F&amp;hash=c821a55291189050b45698278263b98c" href="http://www.viralnova.com/brazilian-wandering-spider/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Phoneutria<i> nigriventer,</i> </a>the world's most poisonous spider. It wanted to sink its sharp fangs into a hapless human, and once his victim was dispatched with its venom it could then savor the sweet taste of the fluids extracted from the human husk. Not that Detective Deschenes was on the spider's menu for this evening, but he did look appetizing in more ways than just one.<br/>
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<b><b>"You're welcome, Detective De-chen-ney. Please excuse the English. I come from Spain and still learn to speak the language here. That is why I go to Casa Marianella, they teach English so I learn." </b>Amadan's gaze flickered between the interpreter then back in Tony's direction.</b>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: left"><br/>
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Amadan fully expected to hear Tony express doubt after he explained his side of the story, like the other detectives had. Yet in the back of his mind cloistered away, was the sense that Detective Tony Deschenes was more than what he appeared to be. Even while Amadan sat with a composed expression upon his face, he was metaphysically sweeping the interview room for any more signs that his shields had been breached. His human persona was curious about the man on the other side of the table, while the arachnid counterpart was sending out vibrations of warning.<i> Remain alert and don't let your guard down, it whispered into Amadan's mind.</i><br/>
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Amadan was also trying to figure out what kind of human Tony was, and he formed a silent deduction based on the energy rippling around him that Tony was a sensitive. Magic users had an almost static-y energy that popped and crackled around them. Vampires had a coppery odor, and werewolves smelled like fresh earth. Humans smelled like deoderant, shampoo, after shave, cigarettes, stale coffee and way too much cologne. When Amadan took a deep inhale and released it slowly, but it was mostly because he was longing for the ordeal to be over rather than to smell Tony. Part of his spider senses, Amadan's sense of smell was much more precise. He stretched his lean body back in the chair, pushing his legs out further under the table than necessary.<br/>
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Accidentally bumping his shin against Tony's left leg. The simple bodily contact allowed his spider to smell Tony, thanks to specialized hairs on Amadan's legs. The hair was slightly darker and coarser than his other hair. Special chemical receptors on the hairs identified Tony's smell as human, and that he was edible.<br/>
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Amadan's cheeks flushed red, as he politely excused himself and sat back up in his seat. <i>"Lo siento, </i><b>please excuse. I very tired. I want sleep. Then I must eat food. Time here go very slow. Soup is good for me. Maybe some potato mashed with gravy, or pudding for foods."<br/>
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Amadan's requested foods were rather oddball, and probably hard to get here at the police station. Still, it would appease the spider and prevent him from turning someone into a TV dinner. As far as Tony's smell was concerned, he carried the aroma of tanned leather, salt water, fresh cut grass, and male musk. The pensive expression that had been on his face for most of the interview, suddenly vanished from sight. "<i>Gracias,</i> <b>I thank-full for you helping me, Detective <i>Dee-chen-ney</i>. Please to tell me what kind of name is your name? I curious to know. I know of Tony in</b><i> Sevilla</i><b>, but his name in Spanish is Antonio. Is your name like that?"</b> asked Amadan with a thick trill of r's.​</div>