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Jacob?” she said, cutting straight to the chase, it seemed. Anansi noticed that she didn't blink. At all. He held her gaze for several seconds, trying to see if she would blink at all, but when she didn't, his eyes hurt for the effort. He leaned forward and took off his glasses to rub his eyes and restore some moisture to them. When he looked back up, it looked like she still hadn't blinked.
                  “Ah, whichever you prefer, though I've got a few questions of my own before we start. Like can I get a lawyer and a sandwich? Preferably the sandwich first. Some jerks came and woke me up in the middle of the night and took me from my home to who knows where and we didn't even stop for breakfast on the way. I'm hungry.” Anansi tried his most winning smile on the woman, hoping to at least get under her skin a little. It had absolutely no effect, so Anansi guessed that in addition to electricity, she probably also possessed the superpower of unflappability.
                  “Actually, due to the passing of the Superhuman Security Act, which was partly due to your actions three years ago, individuals in America who possess superhuman abilities and are not registered in compliance with the law may be detained until such a time as they are deemed not a threat to the general populous.” She smiled at him, though he wasn't sure what sort of smile it was. His best guess was a mix of irritation and amusement, which was an odd combination and led him to thinking that he just wasn't as good at reading people when he didn't have an artificial intelligence feeding him information he normally wouldn't have access to.
                  Anansi had also heard about the successful passing of the Superhuman Security Act. He had also heard of the substantial drop in superhuman activity immediately thereafter in America, at least in regards to heroes. Villains had a way of disappearing there as well, and the internet was constantly abuzz with theories as to where they went and what happened to them when they did. It was a major reason why he hadn't been back in several years.
                  “But I wasn't IN America. I'm pretty sure I was closer to Japan than Hawaii when you lot came and got me, so that doesn't apply to me, and I've renounced my citizenship as Jacob Redpath, so there is no jurisdiction under those grounds to hold me.”
                  “But you WERE an American Citizen, which is all that is required under the law,” she said. Anansi thought he could hear a smirk in her voice, but her expression betrayed nothing. Anansi started to argue the point, but decided that there really wasn't one. He wasn't going to get out of here by talking, and he could play the game for now.
                  “Okay, fine, let's say you have legal grounds to hold me, are you taking me to court? I'm sure you have plenty of evidence to link me to all of my crimes that you know about, and I know you've known who I was for a couple of years, so why pick now to come find me? What's your game?”
                  For the first time since she had come in, she blinked.
     
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                  From the other side of the one way glass, Agent Denise Sanders watched the interrogation happening in the next room. Her brown hair was tied back in a bun, and her chocolate skin spoke of mixed African descent. She wore a black pantsuit with grey pinstripes, the coat hanging from the back of her chair with the sleeves to her blue blouse rolled up to her elbows. She watched as Anansi took in the room and started playing with the table. She chuckled quietly when he asked for a sandwich and a lawyer. Some people never changed, it seemed.
                  Beside her stood Agent Lopez. Loomed was a better word. He was clean shaven, had a jaw that could cut stone, and eyes that were dark enough to be considered black. His hair was slicked back and not a