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Officers Bub and Mod were growing sick of Abe's non-answers. They stared across the table at the sparsity of his emotionless eyes.
"What do you want?" Bub said in desperation, prompting a searching look from his female colleague.
Abe said nothing. He kept staring straight past the officers at the cold white nothingness of the walls of the interview room. He'd been in custody for long enough to comprehend. He still said nothing. He'd been offered legal consul. He'd said nothing.

For her part, Mod contributed nothing to the interrogation. Her femininity had prompted trust from the most disturbed offenders. Bub would probe and Mod would reinforce esteem. Those were their roles, and long had they worked out just fine. But with Abe - nothing. Just the cold dead stare of a retard.

Mod found herself struggling to comprehend how this incompetent could've plagued Esplinade with such a rampage.