Part II: Jonas
Subject G: Wait. Her accent adds to her hotness but it's not why I –
Operative: Why you what? Why you like her? -jots on pad- 'Admits…to…liking…Agent…Baxter'
Subject G: Okay, I never officially said that. But, Bex likes me?
Operative: I'm done with you. Who's next?
-Subject J squirms-
Operative: Oh perfect. Thank you for volunteering.
Subject J: I didn't.
Operative: Whatever. Okay. Liz. How do you feel about her hacking skills?
Subject G: Where are we?
Operative: A wine cellar in the south of France. Answer the question, Jonas. Do you think they're better than yours? If so, how do you feel about that?
Subject G: A wine cellar? Cool. And how did you get us to France?
Operative: Shut up Grant. And if you don't, I will be forced to dump some of this French wine down your throat.
Subject G: I wouldn't mind that too much, actually. I've always wanted to know what wine tasted like.
Operative: And then drag you back to Blackthorne where I will demand for a breathalyzer test to be administered and then you will be in trouble for underage drinking.
Subject G: You can't do that…
Operative: -raises eyebrow- I got you here, didn't I?
-Subject G is silent-
Operative: Jonas, answer the question.
Subject J: I…uh…I think she's…uh…great?
Operative: Uncertainty. Wishy-washiness. Specifically, Jonas, do you think she's better than you?
Subject J: Uh…I think we're good at…uh…different things…?
Operative: Diplomatic. -jots note- Good. Although still uncertain. Bad.
Subject Z: I'm hungry.
Operative: Zach! How did you get loose?
Subject Z: -smirks- I licked the tape. Tape isn't sticky anymore after you lick it.
Operative: Ew. That's the grossest thing I've ever heard.
Subject Z: But effective.
Operative: Whatever. Don't talk.
Subject Z: Whatever.
Operative: Okay, next question Jonas. Wha –
Subject Z: Did you not hear me? I said I'm hungry.
Subject G: Yeah, I am too.
Operative: It doesn't matter. Even if I got food for you, you wouldn't be able to eat it yourselves. I'd have to feed it to you.
Subject G: Then feed it to us.
Operative: Gross, no. I'll leave that to Cammie, Bex, and Liz to do. Okay Jonas. What exact things in hacking do you think you're better at than Liz?
Subject J: That's a losing question. No matter how I answer, I lose. Especially if you're showing this to them.
Operative: I said I wasn't.
Subject Z: Nobody believes you.
Operative: -shrugs- Just answer the question, Jonas.
Subject J: I refuse.
Operative: I'll get you food.
Subjects Z and G: JONAS. ANSWER HER QUESTION.
Subject J: Uh…well I guess I'm better at finding cybermules for undetectable messages, break-ins into high-grade cars using vulnerabilities such as HITAG2, hacking meters for free energy or for corporate espionage, and, when absolutely necessary, setting up things like under-the-radar wireless networks by running on GSM/Wi-fi networks that connect only HTC smartphones. But she's also really good at that stuff…but…uh…yeah…
Subject G: Nobody understands what you're talking about man. But go get us some food, Macey! He answered your question. Make me a sammich.
Operative: Don't be sexist. It's highly unattractive. I'll be back.
-Operative exits room to find food. Silence-
Subject J: Quick! Try to escape. -writhes around-
Subject Z: That's not going to do anything, Jonas. Macey is the queen of knots.
Subject G: I think she's the queen of bees. Or maybe ants. Whichever is bossier.
-Operative reenters balancing three plates of baguettes and prosciutto. Sets plates on ground in front of each Subject-
Subject G: Are you planning to give us those?
Operative: You just told me to bring food. And I already told you I was opposed to feeding you. So I fulfilled my duty.
Subject Z: Are you sure you're not certifiably crazy?
Operative: Not at all. Okay Jonas. Next question.
Subject G: Macey, you're killing me! It smells so good!
Operative: This is your own fault. You told me to bring the food in. Jonas, how many minutes do you spend a day thinking about Liz, on average?
Subject J: I don't know.
Operative: You're on the R&D track. I would think you'd keep track of your time better. You know how much time, you're just embarrassed to say.
Subject J: Am not!
Operative: Okay, how much time?
Subject J: -silence-
Operative: -jots in notepad- Spends…lots…of…time…thinking…about…Agent…Sutton. Information…ascertained…from…his…embarrassed…silence.
Subject J: You are making enemies here, Macey.
Operative: Nah. You guys still love me.
Subject G: We love you less now. And if you keep us from that food anymore, that love just may disappear.
Operative: Aw thanks. I'll make sure to send you a Christmas card, too. Just make sure to watch your mail closely. You may miss it. And then you'll think I didn't send you anything but I obviously did, so it'll be a big, huge, messy misunderstanding. So watch your mail very closely.
Subject Z: Are you going to let us go now?
Operative: No. But I feel bad about pressuring Jonas. He's almost as shy as Liz.
Subject G: Excuse me?! And you didn't feel sorry for me at all?
Operative: Not particularly. I think we have enough from you Jonas. Next victim.
Subject J: So you admit we're your victims? In a court of law, you would be toast now.
Operative: Can it, Einstein. My headache still hasn't gotten any better.
Subject Z: That explains why you've set out to kill all the joy in the world.
Operative: Okay then, next on the agenda. Zach, you're up.
Subject Z: Yippee.