This Fanya character was getting on her fucking nerves. She didn’t know if this woman was just naïve, or suffered from an inflated sense of self worth, but as far as Emma could tell, she was a little..off. At no point, in any of her questioning did she ..actually ask a question. Just infer this or that..or towards something Emma should know. This  made the convict feel as if she was on trial here.  She’d answer any questions. Yet Fanya wasn’t<i>asking </i>any.<br/><br/>The convict had just about enough of this. Her temper was rising<span style="color: blue">“Pussy -footing?”</span>She raises her voice and takes a step towards the painted lady.<span style="color: blue">“If that’s not the pot calling the kettle black…You’re the one demanding information yet I’ve no idea what the holy fuck you’re asking.”  </span><br/><br/>She takes another step forward, stubbing her cigar out on Fanyas expensive desk.<span style="color: blue"> “Now, IF , and I’m not real fucking sure if this is even what you’re asking, as I ain’t got shit for information about no ’project 19’. BUT…I DO know about a contact within  in the NCR tied to human experimentation.  I MAY have stumbled on to some papers. May. Now if you think for a fuckin <b> SECOND </b> that you don‘t know this information but you‘ve the power to magically make this bounty on me disappear…you‘re fucking high.  <b>but</b> I said I‘d play nice, and I mean it. It don‘t mean I‘m not taking out my own secondary insurance policy for when you screw all of <i>us</i> once it becomes in your best interest.”  </span><br/><br/>Emmas heart is racing.  There was nothign keeping Fanya from getting her information and lying.  The wastelands made liars out of pretty much all of their citizens.  Fighting tooth and nail for survival would do that to a person. Its not like Emma blamed , or wouldn’t lie her self in such a position.  Shaking she cracks her neck and speaks lowly.  She’s going to regret this, and she knows it.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue"> “ When I went to deliver the names of the gangers who fucked me over, they had me wait in this giant ass white room. Real production number, they’ve a real penchant for the dramatic.  Anyhow, they let me into an office. Again. Alone. I don’t know if they were watching me or what…but right on the table. I mean. RIGHT the fuck on the table, there was some paper work. A lot of it was censored, Thick black lines through everything.  All it really said was random facts pertaining to a ..human ‘research’ project. Now..I’ve a vested <i>Interest</i>. In NCRs human research.  It didn’t say shit about any ‘project 19.’ but it did detail that the one in charge of this research was someone named Thule….Devon I think his first name was.  Anyhow, I told NCR what they wanted to know. They of course fucked me over - kicked me back out after getting what THEY wanted, and set about to finish up the Gangers. Welllll that didn’t work.  I got captured again. Brought back to to the gangers.  They kept me locked up for damn near a month.  Beat the fuck out of me, a slew of other shit it just ain’t polite to talk about. “</span>. Emma swallows..hard, as her mind flashes back to her time captured once again.<span style="color: blue">  “Long story short. The gangers offered me a deal, we’d be even if I divulged any information they could use against NCR.  I told em’ about Thule and the human ‘research’.  Shock surprise, they didn’t hold up their side of the deal. They did their own recon, I didn’t get much information about what they found , other then they had reason to believe Thule was hiding in New Vegas.  Someplace on the strip, some ‘Workshop’, and another name, Micheal Angelo?  I dunno if they have anything to do with one another, I never spent time in New Vegas..for all I know Micheal Angelo could be his alias. Like I said, its hard to keep information retained when you hear it as idle banter when yr’ being kicked in the gut. ”  </span><br/><br/><br/>The convict is actually breaking out into a sweat.  Three times shes’ taken a deal regarding this Thule fuck…and two of the three times its ended badly.<span style="color: blue"> “Anyhow I’d say you could ask the gangers yr’ self, but I’m afraid I blew those fuckers sky high.”</span>She shifts a bit furrowing her brow as she sniffs, and looks at Fanya<span style="color: blue">“Now how you managed to get all this ..other information and NOT Thules name…kinda raises a few flags. Call me old fashioned, or paranoid if you’d rather, but something ain’t adding up.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>