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If they already had this plan, why hadn't they used it before she wondered. Perhaps it hadn't been finished and he needed her to complete it, but why had they planned the assault on the Tower in that case. Amelia took a deep breath before diving into her explanation of the issue. “Even Sybil doesn't have the processing power to run all of the machines all of the time. It's why the autonomous mode exists. During normal operations only about a quarter to a third are linked at a time. Since the...ah, well it's probably a much higher right now, but I'm not even entirely certain how many it can maintain at one time. This virus will only affect the machines connected to Sybil at the time it's installed, so there will likely be more than a few left under it's control, even if the virus is 100% effective.” There was a slight pause before she continued quickly. “Still it'll change the tide of the war and the ones mostly likely to be connected will be those at the Hanger.” Machines fighting machines would be a lot better than people fighting machines.

“Alright, well if you give me what you have I'll bring it back to my place and start work on modifying it right away.” Amelia left out a time line since she wanted to look at the virus itself as well and perhaps make some changes. She didn't know who had written the original, but she was positive if it failed she would be the one to blame regardless if the trojan part worked perfectly. Taking it back to her place wasn't necessary. In fact it would probably be safer to finish it here instead of crossing the city twice with the virus in her possession, but she didn't want to spend the days it would take to complete tip toeing around Adrian. He hadn't looked at her once this entire conversation and she was feeling sort of desperate to just get out of there before things had a chance to go south. Still the coins had her interest, especially the one with the A. She decided the worst he could do was dismiss her questions. “What do the coins mean?”

“You really think I work for Sybil?” Amelia said loudly, her voice full of indignation. If he had said it was too dangerous or she might be captured she would understand. She could at least sort of understand him blaming her for the death of his father even if she felt it was vastly unfair. But to accuse her of being an agent of Sybil when she had given up so much to be here, lost nearly everything in the battle so far was unbearable. “If I worked for Sybil, you would be dead seeing as I would have told it where this house is. Where you are. Why give me access to the virus at all than? If I worked for Sybil I'd make it so it wouldn't work.” The coins and the map for the moment were forgotten.

Amelia took a half step back when Adrian stood, then froze when he pointed his gun at her. Eyes wide with fear, the colour drained from her face as he began to list all of the things he blamed her for and she flinched when he cocked the gun. It wasn't until he finally pulled the gun away that she let out the breath she was holding. "Are you even listening to yourself? Sybil did those things not me. Sybil knew you were coming for me and gave me a hallucinogenic to slow you down. Sybil drugged me and Sybil took the Hanger, which you would have lost regardless of if you would have left me that room, or shot me in the back of the Van instead of saving me." Amelia glanced back at the door then back to Adrian sitting on the couch. "And what if I refuse? What if I tell you to write it yourself and go to walk out that door?" Her voice was trembling much more than she liked. She wasn't entirely convinced about the Will story. As Adrian himself had said he was a very good liar, and she had all of one conversation with Will. He had no reason to risk Adrian's wrath for her.

“It knew where the Hanger was Adrian. The minute you said it didn’t drones were on their way to go check. If Sybil hadn’t been able to use me as collateral it would have never let you leave. You would be dead and the Hanger would have been attacked without warning.“ She let out a frustrated sigh. Amelia wasn’t the one who told Sybil where it was, and she wasn’t the only one who had been captured. She hadn’t directed Adrian to rescue her first, but saying any of things out loud would get her shot if not worse. Just bring up that Sybil knew where it was before they got into the Tower was likely dangerous enough as it was. “I don’t doubt your ability to do it yourself and I don’t want anything from you. I came here of my own free will to help you and now you are telling me if I leave you’ll hunt me down. I was more than willing to do this not five minutes ago, but…just forget it. You were supposed to be better than Sybil. Give me a copy of the code to test the Trojan with and made sure everything is compatible. When I’m done you can stitch my work to the original yourself to make sure the virus hasn’t been altered.“ The last almost sounded defeated. Amelia was done fighting with him and would do exactly as she had been ordered to, no more and more less, just like when she had worked for Sybil. At least Sybil hadn’t threatened her until it had proof she was working for the rebellion.

Amelia closed her eyes for a minute taking a deep breath. Now he was blaming her for starting the fight, when he was the one who had brought up the Tower and the Hanger? When he was the one who accused her of helping Sybil and threatened to shoot her? “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Adrian.” She finally said through gritted teeth. She meant to everything really. From blaming her for the loss of his father, to the loss of the Hanger, to the argument they were having right now, though he had missed the point of her Sybil comment. Surely he could have called one of his so called specialist to finish the code if he didn't have the time. Amelia couldn't help but feel like he had brought her here simply to have someone to take his anger out on. “Where do I work?” She asked, praying it was any room but this one. She approached the table cautiously, glancing at Adrian before quickly snatching the hard drive off the table and retreating.

Amelia silently watched Adrian limp to the kitchen, leaving her standing alone in the living room. Would he really hunt her down as an ally of Sybil's if she tried to leave? Maybe he would just so he would have someone to antagonize. With a sigh Amelia headed to the bedroom Adrian had directed her to. She was a little surprised to find Will there, being too distracted by Adrian to have noticed him entering the room earlier. Her eyes slowly traveled around the room before resting on Will. "I suppose you heard all of that. I guess it could have gone worse. Did you really vouch for me?"