[Amanda's POV]
"A dud, just like the rest," she said with a sigh while pacing around the room slowly.
"Your questions are just bad. Why don't you formulate them in a way where even an idiot could understand?" Rebecca's voice rang out from the side; she was sitting near a table, sipping on coffee they had bought earlier.
Amanda rolled her eyes at the sight. "Why don't you do it, then?"
However, she was met with a wave of the cup. "Can't you see I'm drinking?"
"Unbelievable..."
Amanda held herself back from arguing with Rebecca for the sixth time today and decided to clean the chair she had just used to torture one of the people affiliated with the Evangelist.
So far, she had not managed to extract much info. It was almost like most of these Evangelists were brainwashed.
But some did talk and spew a few tidbits of information, some of which had led her here in the first place, along with Michael and now Rebecca.
