Duko seemed to be reaching one of two points:  Anger or indifference. He was hoping to achieve indifference, as he knew what she was up to. It didnâ€™t look good for him either way, but at least he wouldnâ€™t appear as weak to her. She wouldnâ€™t understand anyways, and he didnâ€™t expect her to.  Hell, just the simple fact that he wasnâ€™t going to continue this conversation was going to place him exactly where she wanted, which was in the passenger seat. He had already planned to sit back and watch her work, but the good ones always have to be the so arrogant and argumentative. He didnâ€™t care anymore. He wanted to do his job.<br/><br/>He mulled over what she had responded for a few moments. â€œI understand what you mean with the â€˜old puppy dogâ€™ now. Iâ€™m not that easily confused all the time. And even if I agree or disagree with something my boss tells me, I do it. I know that following orders has never been your strong point, but Iâ€™m just doing my job. My assistantâ€™s name is Hellen Waite. So if you have a problem with the way I operate, please go to Hellen Waite.â€ He paused for a few seconds, enough time for the wordplay to sink in.<br/><br/>â€œYou also seem to think that Iâ€™m completely stupid. Iâ€™ve seen your file. Youâ€™re one of the best that we have, and obviously I can see why. So why donâ€™t we just stop our lovely conversation, and get back to work.â€ He walked over to the door and gave the handle a tug. â€œAh damn it. Itâ€™s been a bit since I was last in this kind of interrogation room. Isnâ€™t there a trick to it?â€ He knew he seemed absolutely weak to his new partner now. Out of touch with some of the interrogation rooms was a bad way to go.<br/><br/>â€œSo, are you going to let us out, or bitch at me some more?â€