Post by Marshall Mann on Mar 11, 2013 20:30:29 GMT -8
Her Lost Legacy: Another night of work, but something she could appreciate. It was as if it never seem to stop raining here and it was no wonder half or over half the population suffered from some form of depression. Having gotten the reminders from her shadow, she tried to tone it down some with her style of dress. Nothing overly bright or crazy outrageous. But of course, there had to be a little piece of the real woman there somewhere. Tonight, she wore her black leather boots, a pair of leopard print, skin tight pants, and a long sleeve black shirt with a few slits along them for looks. Hair was down and all of that was covered by the jacket she wore. Once she got in and shrugged off her coat, she made herself comfortable behind the bar, gearing up for the night. Hopefully it wouldn't be slow, or crazy busy... just something steady. [d]
Marshall W Mann: Marshall rolled up and parked his truck, okay technically it was an SUV - better to haul witnesses around in than an actual pick up truck, right out in front of the place. Hey, there was limited parking so in front of the building, up close and personal was as good as it got, without parking in the street. Which frankly he had no desire to do, with all the tractor trailers roaming the area. He slid out, and locked it up with a chirp of horn on the key fob as he made his way to the door and inside.
Her Lost Legacy: There wasn't a whole hell of a lot to do when the place was starting off slow. Mostof the work was either already done by Styx or Teddy. Wondering which of the two was here and likely off on a break now, or getting ready for one. She sat at the bar, thumbing through a few of the drink books, curious as to what sort of things they served here, that she hadn't seen or heard yet. The door opened and brown eyes lifted. Head canted and she sniffed, seeing it was her shadow. It was his nick name. It hadn't been don rudely or disrespectfully, just, was surprised to find him coming in so soon, to check in on her. "I'm being a good girl. I promise." she called out, thumbing through a couple pages after having looked back down. Her remark had been meant in humor, not sarcasm. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Well that's good to hear." He looked around the room, then back at her as he leaned against the bar. "Settling in okay? No bumps, bruises, sudden uncontrollable urges to call old friends?" Just checking. Man couldn’t be too careful where his witness was concerned. The fact that this was her second location just meant he'd have to be more vigilant and make sure she wasn't compromised.
Her Lost Legacy: "About as good as its going to get, I think." She replied. Arms crossed and she leaned in and on the bar. "No. You know I don't contact Moe or Manny much." she replied. It had been several weeks now since either male had heard from her and both were probably going stir crazy. Moe had been her mentor. Manny had been her best friend for nearly 15 yrs now. Those two men were the only two people she absolutely could not cut out of her life. Everyone else? They could come and go all they wanted. "What about you?" [d]
Marshall W Mann: One brow shot upward. "Much? Have you contacted either of them since your relocation to Seattle?" he was already pulling his phone from his hip on the off chance he'd have to call in for a relocation of the witness he picked up less than a month ago. "You're killing me, you know that, right?"
Her Lost Legacy: "No, I haven't contacted either since arriving here." she replied with a sigh. A thin sculpted brow arched as he went to go pull his phone. "Relax... only people that know I'm here now are you and yours." she added. "I'm killing you? Do you know how hard it is to not be able to just pick up a phone when you miss someone? Can't call them or anything to let them know you're excited over some new job? Or the fact that you've met someone interesting? Its damn hard. But I'm doing what I'm suppose to and its the best I can do at that." Head canted and she gave him a somewhat sterner look. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Let me make this perfectly, bluntly, clear. Your life expectancy hinges on your ability to follow the rules. You think for one moment that the people who want you dead are not going to think of how hard it is to not contact those you love? You think for one moment that they are not tapping their phones, monitoring their movements, waiting for one little slip up that will tell them where you are? Think again. How do you think Manny, Moe and Jack are going to feel when they learn that after a phone conversation with you, you ended up with a bullet between the eyes." And yes, he tapped her in the forehead, between the eyes, to drive home the point. "That's pretty damned selfish of you, to make them feel like shit for their unwittingly helping to get you dead."
Her Lost Legacy: He was pushing his luck. No one touched her. No one. Law or not. The moment his hand lifted and that finger touched her forehead, her hand snapped up and gripped him at the wrist, holding it as tight as she possibly could. "Look here bub... I get it, alright? Why do you think I haven't called wither of them? I was simply expressing my frustration of unable to even let them know I'm alright. "So before you go pointing fingers and making accusations of selfish people, make sure you don't get any lines crossed and misunderstand what someone says." She shoved his arm away hard. "And don't touch me. Ever. Without my permission. You got it?" Kas was fine with following rules, but there was no need for him to go acting like that. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "And just how is it supposed to be interpreted when you say you don't contact someone 'much'? And let me remind you, you breach again, you're moved again. Ripped up, with no notice, everything you own, again, left behind. New name, new town. Also, keep in mind, three strikes and you're out, on your own, taking your chances. So before we get to that point, think, and don't contact." If he was acting like an overbearing, overprotective asshole it was because he didn't want his next visit with her to be in the morgue.
Her Lost Legacy: "Meaning since the last move...." she replied. "So excuse me if I was spelling it out for you." she huffed. "And let me remind you... that you don't have to keep throwing that in my face, alright? Do you think I enjoy this? Think I want to just uproot and haul ass again? If so, then you know what you can do for me? You can kiss my ass. Its not easy for either of us... but at least you have the same name ou were born with. At least you get to call family and friends when you want. Even if you are having to move on occasion." Yes...he was being a overbearing, and over protective asshole, and part of her knew why, but it didn't mean she had to like it and it sure as hell didn't make it any easier. Brows furrowed and she just shook her head before slowly cutting her gaze away. She turned, her back half to him. If she had to look at him another minute, before she calmed herself down, he was gonna find himself with a knot upside his head because she decided to grab the closest thing and fling it at him. Why did men have to be so damn insensitive?! [d]
Marshall W Mann: "You think if you get blown I'll be going with you? That's not how this works. You'll get someone new to read you the riot act. Someone new to keep you from getting blown. All ties severed. Period. Trust me. You could end up with someone a hell of a lot more of an asshole than me." He paused. "You could end up with my old partner, and trust me, she's not as warm and fuzzy as I am." Or, at all. As for his being insensitive, he was actually very sensitive. Usually. Some however simply didn't get it, couldn't grasp that their lives depended on how well they followed the rules. The scumbags were actually easier. You could take a hard line with them and actually enjoy busting their balls, because they were there, the fault their own. It was the bystanders, the innocent witnesses, who were the hardest to deal with. They weren't to blame for the situation they found themselves in. "Look, I understand. I don't know what it's like from your perspective, but I have seen it enough to understand it. It's never easy, it's never pretty. It's harsh, and unfair. But it's a lot better than the alternative."
Her Lost Legacy: He was working her last nerves. "Look... if you came by here just to lecture me... again... after I've made if perfectly clear that I know what happens. Do us both a favor... don't. Save your breath before I come across the counter
Her Lost Legacy: and knock the hell out of you, alright?" Blood was boiling now. Which was unusual for her, because normally she was a very cool, calm, and collective woman. But given the recent relocation, and the tension that came with it, and the lack of contact with loved ones, its was eating away at her. Her head turned slowly, brows arched, eyes wide and then narrowing. "You understand? YOU understand? You don't understand jack shit..." She was looking around now. Thinking to herself Okay, what the fuck can I throw at him that won't kill him?! [d]
Marshall W Mann: "What did I just say? I said I don't know it from your perspective." Women. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "I came here, to see how you were doing. If you needed anything. If you were settling in okay." She started it. For the record.
Her Lost Legacy: "I'm fine! Or at least I was..." she yelled. "And no... unless you can send word to Manny and Moe, without it compromising my whereabouts, so I'm not found, killed, and your having to identify me... there's not much else you can do." Yes... she was going to end up drinking her nights earnings away, thanks to Captain America here. "I need a smoke..." she sighed. "I need a beer... " and she thought to herself, she needed to get laid. God she hoped Teddy or Styx came around soon. She's was gonna be running for the damn back door. And no, he started it. [d]
Marshall W Mann: Did not. "If you write a letter, I will see to it, that it is sent through channels to the local office and mailed from there. But only this once, so make it good." He lifted a finger to emphasize that point. He was, technically, on duty so a beer was out of the question and he didn't smoke. But it was dinner time. He may as well eat here. "Well if you're not going on break, I could use an order of fish and chips, with a cup of coffee." Yeah, he was gonna get hit, sooner or later.
Her Lost Legacy: Kas was slowly pacing like a caged cat. Trying her damnedest to not let him stay under her skin, since he already managed to get beneath it. She only cut him a glare. "I can't go on break until someone else is here to man the bar..." she mumbled. When he put in an order, she looked to him as if he had grown another head. Oh yes... he was definitely cruising for a bruising. He had her though, had her under his thumb as long as he was here and she was on the clock. Kas tore her gaze from him and put in the order for the food while she fixed him a cup of coffee. The thought crossed her mind to accidently spill it on his groin. She did after all, have a special ability, and coffee was water. Technically. [d]
Marshall W Mann: A fact which if he was aware of that ability, he would be eternally grateful for her restraint. When his coffee was set before him, he nodded and smiled. "Thank you." For more than the coffee, but for her compliance as well. She wasn't going to get dead. Not on his watch. Even if she did hate him for it. He took a moment and looked around, one brow rising. "Where is everyone? I don't think I've ever seen this place so quiet." Not that he was a frequent visitor, but he'd been in a few times and it had always seemed packed. Then again, it had been a few months since he'd been in, not including his meeting with Javier to set up Kas's job.
Her Lost Legacy: "You're welcome." Kas said. But it hadn't been said in the way it normally would have been. She shrugged slender shoulders. "I dunno." she replied, sounding and acting like a kid who was still upset, but calm, after he posed his question. Yes... Kas had restraint. But don't think he was in the clear just yet. One day... one day soon, he'd find out and the hard way at that. The order was called out and Kas turned to recieve it and then pass it off to
Her Lost Legacy: Marshall. "Fish and chips." she said. Kas moved down the bar a bit and reached the nearest bottle of ketchup and brought it back before setting it before him. Just so he couldn't ask her for anything else. She even gave him a few extra napkins, for sanity sake. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Thank you." he nodded. "So how are you handling the weather? I'm still not used to it myself and I've been here about eight months now." It was vastly different from Albuquerque. Night and day different. Higher elevation, in New Mexico, less humidity, and a hell of a lot more sunshine. It was an adjustment he was still working on.
Her Lost Legacy: Kas was trying to be a good sport here, now that her temper wasn't flaring. "No problem." she replied. "Its alright... it's not Miami. Hell, I think even DC was better than this place... at least there, we had sunshine." She answered. He wasn't the only one who was having issues adjusting. However, the interesting thing was, there was plenty of water here for Kas to play with. [d]
Marshall W Mann: Well at least she had something to amuse herself with. Marshall was sans Stan, sans Mary, sans... well everything but his job. He took up the ketchup, and poured some out onto his plate, then looked around for the hot sauce. "Got any El Pato?" Yes, he wanted hot sauce on his fish and chips. Sue him.
Her Lost Legacy: Kas glanced to him when he asked if there was any hot sauce. Was he kidding? Javier was from Louisiana. Of course there was hot sauce here. She reached beneath the bar and grabbed a bottle before setting it before him. "There you go." she replied. That wasn’t normal, was it? Hot sauce on fish and chips? Kas found it odd. Even if a little bit and it showed in her facial expression. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "What?" He looked at her, one brow rising before he sprinkled the hot sauce over his food, then set the bottle back down. "I'm from New Orleans. We put hot sauce on our Corn Flakes." Not really but it was as much an explanation as any. Add several years in New Mexico and well there you go.
Her Lost Legacy: " I didn't say anything.' she replied with a shrug of shoulders and an half amused expression before arms crossed under her chest and she leaned into the bar with her hip. "Nawlins, huh?" [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Born and raised." He nodded. "Matriculated University of North Carolina, and after graduating, it was off to Glynco, Georgia for eighteen weeks." He shrugged.
Her Lost Legacy: "Ah... I see." she replied. "So that explains your accent." she replied. Personally, Kas didn't think she had one, but different people had different opinions. And opinions were like ass holes, everyone had one. "What made you decide to get into this...?" she asked, a hand gesturing around as if indicating him... herself... what he was doing to help her. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Didn't start out here." Here being WITSEC. "Initially I was with JPATS, but I got tired of being a glorified travel agent. So now..." he smirked, "I'm a glorified baby sitter." He popped a French fry into his mouth and chewed it slowly. "Like you, not all in your situation are guilty of something. You're both the hardest to deal with and the most rewarding." Bottom line, it was infinitely better than doing the same exact thing for someone who had a long, and sometimes violent criminal history.
Her Lost Legacy: "JPATS? C'mon... gotta speak English man..." she replied with a somewhat amused smirk. "Baby sitting? It can't be that bad..." she replied. And then he was elaborating a bit which clarified he wasn't complaining. "No... I just got involved when I probably shouldn't have." Meaning Martin. A lot of people were or had blamed him for dragging her into this situation. But that was the thing about love, you couldn't pick and choose who you fell in love with. "So I got a question for you." she paused a moment. "Do people like me ever make it out of this whole... thing?" Meaning the protection program. "What's usually the reason people make it out? If they make it out?"
Marshall W Mann: "Justice Prisoner and Alien Transportation System." He smirked. "There's an acronym for everything." When she asked about getting out, he shrugged. "Some opt out, but I don't recommend it except under certain circumstances, that generally being the death of the defendant." Sad but true.
Her Lost Legacy: Kas nodded. "Ah, okay, well, that makes sense I guess." She listened as he answered her questions and then nodded. Well, she wasn't opting out. Not until the people who were looking for her, were either caught or dead.
Marshall W Mann: Marshall rolled up and parked his truck, okay technically it was an SUV - better to haul witnesses around in than an actual pick up truck, right out in front of the place. Hey, there was limited parking so in front of the building, up close and personal was as good as it got, without parking in the street. Which frankly he had no desire to do, with all the tractor trailers roaming the area. He slid out, and locked it up with a chirp of horn on the key fob as he made his way to the door and inside.
Her Lost Legacy: There wasn't a whole hell of a lot to do when the place was starting off slow. Mostof the work was either already done by Styx or Teddy. Wondering which of the two was here and likely off on a break now, or getting ready for one. She sat at the bar, thumbing through a few of the drink books, curious as to what sort of things they served here, that she hadn't seen or heard yet. The door opened and brown eyes lifted. Head canted and she sniffed, seeing it was her shadow. It was his nick name. It hadn't been don rudely or disrespectfully, just, was surprised to find him coming in so soon, to check in on her. "I'm being a good girl. I promise." she called out, thumbing through a couple pages after having looked back down. Her remark had been meant in humor, not sarcasm. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Well that's good to hear." He looked around the room, then back at her as he leaned against the bar. "Settling in okay? No bumps, bruises, sudden uncontrollable urges to call old friends?" Just checking. Man couldn’t be too careful where his witness was concerned. The fact that this was her second location just meant he'd have to be more vigilant and make sure she wasn't compromised.
Her Lost Legacy: "About as good as its going to get, I think." She replied. Arms crossed and she leaned in and on the bar. "No. You know I don't contact Moe or Manny much." she replied. It had been several weeks now since either male had heard from her and both were probably going stir crazy. Moe had been her mentor. Manny had been her best friend for nearly 15 yrs now. Those two men were the only two people she absolutely could not cut out of her life. Everyone else? They could come and go all they wanted. "What about you?" [d]
Marshall W Mann: One brow shot upward. "Much? Have you contacted either of them since your relocation to Seattle?" he was already pulling his phone from his hip on the off chance he'd have to call in for a relocation of the witness he picked up less than a month ago. "You're killing me, you know that, right?"
Her Lost Legacy: "No, I haven't contacted either since arriving here." she replied with a sigh. A thin sculpted brow arched as he went to go pull his phone. "Relax... only people that know I'm here now are you and yours." she added. "I'm killing you? Do you know how hard it is to not be able to just pick up a phone when you miss someone? Can't call them or anything to let them know you're excited over some new job? Or the fact that you've met someone interesting? Its damn hard. But I'm doing what I'm suppose to and its the best I can do at that." Head canted and she gave him a somewhat sterner look. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Let me make this perfectly, bluntly, clear. Your life expectancy hinges on your ability to follow the rules. You think for one moment that the people who want you dead are not going to think of how hard it is to not contact those you love? You think for one moment that they are not tapping their phones, monitoring their movements, waiting for one little slip up that will tell them where you are? Think again. How do you think Manny, Moe and Jack are going to feel when they learn that after a phone conversation with you, you ended up with a bullet between the eyes." And yes, he tapped her in the forehead, between the eyes, to drive home the point. "That's pretty damned selfish of you, to make them feel like shit for their unwittingly helping to get you dead."
Her Lost Legacy: He was pushing his luck. No one touched her. No one. Law or not. The moment his hand lifted and that finger touched her forehead, her hand snapped up and gripped him at the wrist, holding it as tight as she possibly could. "Look here bub... I get it, alright? Why do you think I haven't called wither of them? I was simply expressing my frustration of unable to even let them know I'm alright. "So before you go pointing fingers and making accusations of selfish people, make sure you don't get any lines crossed and misunderstand what someone says." She shoved his arm away hard. "And don't touch me. Ever. Without my permission. You got it?" Kas was fine with following rules, but there was no need for him to go acting like that. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "And just how is it supposed to be interpreted when you say you don't contact someone 'much'? And let me remind you, you breach again, you're moved again. Ripped up, with no notice, everything you own, again, left behind. New name, new town. Also, keep in mind, three strikes and you're out, on your own, taking your chances. So before we get to that point, think, and don't contact." If he was acting like an overbearing, overprotective asshole it was because he didn't want his next visit with her to be in the morgue.
Her Lost Legacy: "Meaning since the last move...." she replied. "So excuse me if I was spelling it out for you." she huffed. "And let me remind you... that you don't have to keep throwing that in my face, alright? Do you think I enjoy this? Think I want to just uproot and haul ass again? If so, then you know what you can do for me? You can kiss my ass. Its not easy for either of us... but at least you have the same name ou were born with. At least you get to call family and friends when you want. Even if you are having to move on occasion." Yes...he was being a overbearing, and over protective asshole, and part of her knew why, but it didn't mean she had to like it and it sure as hell didn't make it any easier. Brows furrowed and she just shook her head before slowly cutting her gaze away. She turned, her back half to him. If she had to look at him another minute, before she calmed herself down, he was gonna find himself with a knot upside his head because she decided to grab the closest thing and fling it at him. Why did men have to be so damn insensitive?! [d]
Marshall W Mann: "You think if you get blown I'll be going with you? That's not how this works. You'll get someone new to read you the riot act. Someone new to keep you from getting blown. All ties severed. Period. Trust me. You could end up with someone a hell of a lot more of an asshole than me." He paused. "You could end up with my old partner, and trust me, she's not as warm and fuzzy as I am." Or, at all. As for his being insensitive, he was actually very sensitive. Usually. Some however simply didn't get it, couldn't grasp that their lives depended on how well they followed the rules. The scumbags were actually easier. You could take a hard line with them and actually enjoy busting their balls, because they were there, the fault their own. It was the bystanders, the innocent witnesses, who were the hardest to deal with. They weren't to blame for the situation they found themselves in. "Look, I understand. I don't know what it's like from your perspective, but I have seen it enough to understand it. It's never easy, it's never pretty. It's harsh, and unfair. But it's a lot better than the alternative."
Her Lost Legacy: He was working her last nerves. "Look... if you came by here just to lecture me... again... after I've made if perfectly clear that I know what happens. Do us both a favor... don't. Save your breath before I come across the counter
Her Lost Legacy: and knock the hell out of you, alright?" Blood was boiling now. Which was unusual for her, because normally she was a very cool, calm, and collective woman. But given the recent relocation, and the tension that came with it, and the lack of contact with loved ones, its was eating away at her. Her head turned slowly, brows arched, eyes wide and then narrowing. "You understand? YOU understand? You don't understand jack shit..." She was looking around now. Thinking to herself Okay, what the fuck can I throw at him that won't kill him?! [d]
Marshall W Mann: "What did I just say? I said I don't know it from your perspective." Women. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "I came here, to see how you were doing. If you needed anything. If you were settling in okay." She started it. For the record.
Her Lost Legacy: "I'm fine! Or at least I was..." she yelled. "And no... unless you can send word to Manny and Moe, without it compromising my whereabouts, so I'm not found, killed, and your having to identify me... there's not much else you can do." Yes... she was going to end up drinking her nights earnings away, thanks to Captain America here. "I need a smoke..." she sighed. "I need a beer... " and she thought to herself, she needed to get laid. God she hoped Teddy or Styx came around soon. She's was gonna be running for the damn back door. And no, he started it. [d]
Marshall W Mann: Did not. "If you write a letter, I will see to it, that it is sent through channels to the local office and mailed from there. But only this once, so make it good." He lifted a finger to emphasize that point. He was, technically, on duty so a beer was out of the question and he didn't smoke. But it was dinner time. He may as well eat here. "Well if you're not going on break, I could use an order of fish and chips, with a cup of coffee." Yeah, he was gonna get hit, sooner or later.
Her Lost Legacy: Kas was slowly pacing like a caged cat. Trying her damnedest to not let him stay under her skin, since he already managed to get beneath it. She only cut him a glare. "I can't go on break until someone else is here to man the bar..." she mumbled. When he put in an order, she looked to him as if he had grown another head. Oh yes... he was definitely cruising for a bruising. He had her though, had her under his thumb as long as he was here and she was on the clock. Kas tore her gaze from him and put in the order for the food while she fixed him a cup of coffee. The thought crossed her mind to accidently spill it on his groin. She did after all, have a special ability, and coffee was water. Technically. [d]
Marshall W Mann: A fact which if he was aware of that ability, he would be eternally grateful for her restraint. When his coffee was set before him, he nodded and smiled. "Thank you." For more than the coffee, but for her compliance as well. She wasn't going to get dead. Not on his watch. Even if she did hate him for it. He took a moment and looked around, one brow rising. "Where is everyone? I don't think I've ever seen this place so quiet." Not that he was a frequent visitor, but he'd been in a few times and it had always seemed packed. Then again, it had been a few months since he'd been in, not including his meeting with Javier to set up Kas's job.
Her Lost Legacy: "You're welcome." Kas said. But it hadn't been said in the way it normally would have been. She shrugged slender shoulders. "I dunno." she replied, sounding and acting like a kid who was still upset, but calm, after he posed his question. Yes... Kas had restraint. But don't think he was in the clear just yet. One day... one day soon, he'd find out and the hard way at that. The order was called out and Kas turned to recieve it and then pass it off to
Her Lost Legacy: Marshall. "Fish and chips." she said. Kas moved down the bar a bit and reached the nearest bottle of ketchup and brought it back before setting it before him. Just so he couldn't ask her for anything else. She even gave him a few extra napkins, for sanity sake. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Thank you." he nodded. "So how are you handling the weather? I'm still not used to it myself and I've been here about eight months now." It was vastly different from Albuquerque. Night and day different. Higher elevation, in New Mexico, less humidity, and a hell of a lot more sunshine. It was an adjustment he was still working on.
Her Lost Legacy: Kas was trying to be a good sport here, now that her temper wasn't flaring. "No problem." she replied. "Its alright... it's not Miami. Hell, I think even DC was better than this place... at least there, we had sunshine." She answered. He wasn't the only one who was having issues adjusting. However, the interesting thing was, there was plenty of water here for Kas to play with. [d]
Marshall W Mann: Well at least she had something to amuse herself with. Marshall was sans Stan, sans Mary, sans... well everything but his job. He took up the ketchup, and poured some out onto his plate, then looked around for the hot sauce. "Got any El Pato?" Yes, he wanted hot sauce on his fish and chips. Sue him.
Her Lost Legacy: Kas glanced to him when he asked if there was any hot sauce. Was he kidding? Javier was from Louisiana. Of course there was hot sauce here. She reached beneath the bar and grabbed a bottle before setting it before him. "There you go." she replied. That wasn’t normal, was it? Hot sauce on fish and chips? Kas found it odd. Even if a little bit and it showed in her facial expression. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "What?" He looked at her, one brow rising before he sprinkled the hot sauce over his food, then set the bottle back down. "I'm from New Orleans. We put hot sauce on our Corn Flakes." Not really but it was as much an explanation as any. Add several years in New Mexico and well there you go.
Her Lost Legacy: " I didn't say anything.' she replied with a shrug of shoulders and an half amused expression before arms crossed under her chest and she leaned into the bar with her hip. "Nawlins, huh?" [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Born and raised." He nodded. "Matriculated University of North Carolina, and after graduating, it was off to Glynco, Georgia for eighteen weeks." He shrugged.
Her Lost Legacy: "Ah... I see." she replied. "So that explains your accent." she replied. Personally, Kas didn't think she had one, but different people had different opinions. And opinions were like ass holes, everyone had one. "What made you decide to get into this...?" she asked, a hand gesturing around as if indicating him... herself... what he was doing to help her. [d]
Marshall W Mann: "Didn't start out here." Here being WITSEC. "Initially I was with JPATS, but I got tired of being a glorified travel agent. So now..." he smirked, "I'm a glorified baby sitter." He popped a French fry into his mouth and chewed it slowly. "Like you, not all in your situation are guilty of something. You're both the hardest to deal with and the most rewarding." Bottom line, it was infinitely better than doing the same exact thing for someone who had a long, and sometimes violent criminal history.
Her Lost Legacy: "JPATS? C'mon... gotta speak English man..." she replied with a somewhat amused smirk. "Baby sitting? It can't be that bad..." she replied. And then he was elaborating a bit which clarified he wasn't complaining. "No... I just got involved when I probably shouldn't have." Meaning Martin. A lot of people were or had blamed him for dragging her into this situation. But that was the thing about love, you couldn't pick and choose who you fell in love with. "So I got a question for you." she paused a moment. "Do people like me ever make it out of this whole... thing?" Meaning the protection program. "What's usually the reason people make it out? If they make it out?"
Marshall W Mann: "Justice Prisoner and Alien Transportation System." He smirked. "There's an acronym for everything." When she asked about getting out, he shrugged. "Some opt out, but I don't recommend it except under certain circumstances, that generally being the death of the defendant." Sad but true.
Her Lost Legacy: Kas nodded. "Ah, okay, well, that makes sense I guess." She listened as he answered her questions and then nodded. Well, she wasn't opting out. Not until the people who were looking for her, were either caught or dead.