Look, do you want your wish or not because I gotpeople standing in line for my wishes, you know?"Martin stopped looking and listened to the stranger "...ou seem awfullyimpudent for a genie," Martin said."Number one I am not a Genie, I am a wizard. My name is Fred. A rivalwizard trapped me in this bottle. Actually I lost a bet on the SuperBowl last year and so I'm stuck in here for 3 more months. If someonefinds the lamp and rubs it, I know its corny, then they get a wish. Idon't have to be nice. A freezing wind carries flurries of damp sleet that sticks to everything in its path. The open area is filled with spectators, despite the weather. The crowd shudders in unison as a fresh blast of frigid air whistles through the air, the streets, the coats and the already damp blankets of those watching.Smart peddlers mingle with the crowd, attempting to foist everything from food to hope on the gullible and the desperate. Pickpockets slither from group to group, avoiding the notice of their. " Let's just say that I have a vested interest in all this. I've come to realize that Syntel is an abomination. It uses these machines purely as a means to achieve its own greater goals." Which are?" Money and power, I guess. I have no knowledge of any specific objectives but I assume there must be some." Alright, taking what you say at face value, what can we do to put the genie back in the bottle?" Excuse me?" These Hybrids are clearly extremely dangerous. Their capacity to cause untold chaos. And I don't see how that's going to help in the interrogation, unless it's 'cause he has to pee." Lowered inhibitions, easier to get off balance." Mike knew Abby had learned this at FLETC, but she didn't seem able to remember her training right now. "Easier to control the flow of conversation. Easier to lull into a false sense of security. Abby..." Mike could see from the wildness in her eyes that she was done. She needed to come down from this in her own way and that probably involved that.