*He figured he’d answer the question honestly.* Been killin` people... More to keep myself out of trouble than anything.*Hinting that if he sat around, he’d cause more trouble than actually when he was killing people!* found a new place that I’m likin`. Makin` new contacts all the time... Even thinking about maybe starting my own little group. Tired of always getting hit by a few GUARD at a time. Maybe it’s time to start hitting them back on a regular basis when they are out an` about enjoying their lives.*And if anyone could enforce something like that, it was him. He was well versed in how wars should be fought. Though he knows he’ll have problems recruiting. Most of the R.UN.ers are kids who just want to avoid the GUARD at all costs. And that’s their right of course.*

*she chuckles at the honest answer..man this guy was straight..noone admitted their profession on the street, not unless they had the balls to back it..and obviously he did...she wouldn't want to tangle with him*Contacts yeah, I gotta make a few new ones...seems my names no longer mud out here, no bounty on my head since Enrico apparently got pegged a month or so ago...so I'm free to move out here again...a good feeling not to have someone after my head *She cups her hand and tries to light her smoke cursing as the wind blows the match out, she looks at the pack and rips out the last match, turning her back to the wind and hunching over to try and light it....she curses as she barely gets the smoke to burn before the wind snakes around her, blowing both out with a sigh she straightens and looks at you* got a light?

*Yes, one always needed contacts it would seem.* Well, a bounty isn’t an easy thing to live with.*He`d a few out on his head in various countries after all. And he wasn’t about to tell her that she wasn’t really THAT free to move around seeing as the GUARD wouldn’t see her as not playing their GAME. But she’d no doubt heard that speech a thousand or more times since she’s been discovered by the others. He pats his pocket and brings forth his zippo. Tossing it to her with a slow arch.* Keep it... I get `em cheap.*He`d retaken smoking after the farmhouse incident, and was actually trying to keep himself at a certain limit instead of puffing like a chimney stack.* Well, some of the people around here owe me favours. If you want a room for the night, just go down to that hotel.*Pointing down the street to a rather shabby looking place, but it looked warm.* Tell `em Nate sent you and would be rather angry if you had to pay for the room.*Figuring that to be his good deed for the day. Giving her the lighter was just polite smokers etiquette in his book.*

*she shrugs* but its doable *she easily catches the zippo as it sails towards her, the top flipping and the flame igniting in a smooth practiced move as she brings it up to her smoke* awesome...its a good one too *she looks up at him*thanks *she pockets it and takes a long drag, she never limited herself, she smoked like a chimney and knew it, not that she cared..it was her style* favours eh? *She raises an eyebrow, wanting to ask, but not really daring too...as she glances down the road towards the indicated hotel* that'd be cool...thanks...Nate eh? Aint that like the name of the dude in highlander?

*Honestly hasn’t watched the show. Finding most actors who use swords rather unskilled with the weapon. He never used a sword. But is almost sure he could beat them with a knife.* Dunno... Just a name I plucked out of the air at the time, not wanting to give the fat slob that runs the place my real one.*He looks her over.* Watch it there though... It`s the kind of place that rents by the hour.*He knew she got his meaning, she’d been on the streets a long time from what he’s gathered.* The fatman tends to get a bit zealous around lovely women...*His last sentence could be taken that he was calling her lovely, or could be taken that he was simply describing the fat bustards habits.* If he touches you, and for some reason you can’t kill him, I`ll finish the job for you more than gladly.*Hinting that the favour owed him was one more out of fear than anything...*

Still its a cool name * gust of cold wind comes up and she hunkers down deeper into her jacket* yeah I know the kind of place...the type where no one asks questions and noone sees nothing...my type *she chuckles around the smoke* don`t worry, I can take care of myself..been doing it for years thanks for the offer though...don’t think I`ll take ya up on it

*He smiles... Grinning like an insane person.* I wasn’t offering about killing him. I was promising. *Stated simply. Wondering if she meant to turn down the room though. The time was growing late though, and he was out passed the time he liked to spend in one spot. You never know when someone might come looking for you.* Could I walk you there? It’s on my way home actually..*Above all else, the thing he tries to treat her like is a person. It’s always worked well for him in the past with anyone he’s met.* Maybe I can pick us up something to drink, and stay at the room with you for a while.*Not a sexual offer of any kind. Just wanting to get out of the freezing cold more than anything.*

*Full laughter erupts around the smoke* man you sound like my bud Patch....*she shrugs* ya sure why not...a warm place ta crash sounds good ta me *she crinkles her nose slightly at the offer of a drink...since her little blackout incident she wasn't touching anything stronger than cofee..and only that she know specifically where it came from...she had no idea what happened, what she had done, what she had missed..it was bloody scary to miss months from your own life* a coffee maybe if there’s something around...I aint into any thing stronger lately

*He shrugs.* `right then. coffee for you, Jimmy for me.*He holds a finger up for her to wait here a moment. Then walks into a small store a few paces down. Walking out with a thermos and a bottle in a bag. Then heading towards the hotel as he walks past her.* Andiamo...*Italian for,"Lets go." Walking down the street and into the building, the Fat slob at the counter going pure WHITE as Alan walks in.* Room... The best....Now..*All the words holding an inflection to them that should they be challenge the fat man wouldn’t live to feel himself drop to the floor. The Fat pig looks at the young girl with AL. Raising a brow and a disgusting smirk coming to his face. Al leans on the counter as the man hands him the key. Having caught the look at ROCKY. Al bid him closer.* What you thinkin`?[Fat man] Thinkin` you be /needin` the room.*though the last part is muffled ALOT, a gun appearing in Als hand from simply nowhere and shoved case ejector deep into the fat pimps mouth.* You were thinking again on my behalf. Not a healthy thing to do. Nor is it healthy to PRESUME what I might be doing here with a friend Capise?*He looks over at ROCKY, a crazed look to his eyes.* Whadaya think Tracy?*Cocking the hammer back. Her word being what will determine if the fat man lives to collect other hourly wages.*

*She stands just out of the wind while waiting for him to return smiling as he comes out with a thermos...she looks at him curiously as he mutters something she doesn’t understand then shrugs and follows him to the hotel...a small chuckle leaves her lips as she watches the colour drain from the man, then when his gaze turns to her she merely sneers she doesn't really care what anyone thinks...the chuckle grows louder as Alan threatens the guy...okay maybe not so much like Patch...Patch talks big but she’s the tough one...Alan makes even her look like a wuss...*she raises an eyebrow as Alan looks to her and calls her Tracy...a fake name? for her? why? she don’t need it.....her look is almost bored as she glances from the gun to the man then over at Alan and she shrugs* Your call, though ya gotta admit its gonna leave a hell of a mess for whoever has day shift here.. ya really wanna be that cruel?.

*He smiles at her innocently.* My choice?*He pulls the trigger, a metallic CHINK going off. The Fat basted lurches as if he’d expected it to go off in his mouth. Al looks at him from the side of his eyes.* Next time, there will be one in the chamber.*He jerks the gun from the mans mouth, probably chipping a tooth on him as he slams the sights into his teeth on the way out. He takes the key from the still stunned owner. No doubt he soiled, and pissed himself. The gun disappears as fast as it had appeared. He walks up the steps and to the "Lovers Suite". Keying thd doors lock and pushing it open. Pink covers... A heart shaped bed. A pink Jaccuzi. Sickening...yet kinkey. He walks in and flops down on the loveseat, twisting the cap off his bottle of Jim and planting her thermos on the table before him. Taking a splash of Jim. He swallows hard. Not for one moment looking as though he’d any conscience about scaring the Fat Man almost to death.*

*she chuckles once more as the hammer falls on an empty chamber..it wouldn't really bother her if he had done it..she just didn't want to deal with the cops afterwards...after all, death of part of the streets...she takes one last look at the terrified man, knowing that there is no way in hell he was going to call the cops then follows Alan up the stairs* oh my god this is horrid! *she stands in the doorway of the room looking around in disgust* this is just....*she looks around the room once more* just too much...*she steps into the room closing the door behind her a grin on her face* you enjoyed scaring the shit outta him didn't ya? *she walks over to the table grabbing the thermos and spinning the top off* thanks for the coffee by the way...* she pours the steaming liquid into the lid and perches herself on the arm of the loveseat opposite Alan...cause she sure wasn't sitting on that bed...she didn't know if she wanted to sleep in it...it was just too frilly for her taste...she takes a sip of the coffee her gaze momentarily wandering to his bottle.....but no, she doesn’t need that...she can't afford it...only the gods know what caused her last trip*

*He grins at her question... Nodding slightly.* The mans a pig.. Sides, hurtin` people and scaring them shitless has been the only thing I’ve ever been good at.*Shrugging.* S`why I joined the S.E.A.L.s.*He makes a dismissing motion as she thanks him for the coffee.* No problem...*He notes the disgust that she has in her eyes when she looks at the bed.* I’d sleep here if I was you.*Pointing to the couch he’s sitting on.* Never know when the last time they washed those sheets was.*He notes the interest she gives his bottle of JIM.* Care for a spike?*Tilting the bottle towards her cup in offering.*

That he definitely is...*she chuckles...man he’s straight...he actually ain’t so bad..better'n some I know* done my share of scaring, though I prefer to generally be unnoticed...*she glances back at the sofa* yeah that’s what i was sorta thinking....*her gaze wanders up to the profferered bottle and almost accepts, then she sighs and shakes her head* no, I can't...not anymore, I can’t afford it..

*He offers again.* Sure? S`not like I`ll try anything you know. You’re about half my age prolly. And most likely could beat my ass.*Smileing at the last part before he takes another hit from the bottle. finding the colouring in this room absolutely HORRID.* Why do they decorate like this... Does this really get peoples dander goin`?*He shakes his head.* Don’t suppose you could, or would, be willing to tell me where ya ben last few months?