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Coronet City, scene of the crime (complete)

Corellia sat at the edge of Protectorate Space within reach of the Republic, the One Sith, and the Black Sun. CORSEC seemed to be working twice as hard monitoring the trafficking that was coming across borders chasing down criminals and bringing them to justice.

Corellia home of the famous Han Solo, smuggler, General, Husband and nerf herder. Nerf herder had never been verified but it made his story that much more larger than life. It also helped to draw in travelers, businesses, and the criminal element.

Sam grew up walking the golden sand beaches and watching the tourists make fools of themselves as they turned from the lily white flowers of the field into the boiled red lobsters eaten for dinner. She could only shake her head as she walked, long dark hair lay on her shoulders, drifting down her back. Her coal black eyes scanned everyone ahead of her watching for a moment of recognition, the tense of a muscle, the thin line of a mouth that told her they were up to something. Sam made sure to give a little wiggle of her fingers to the men looking her way, just as the women with them would punch, slap, or get up in a huff and leave.

But that was Sam’s part to play, to look like the flirt, the house wrecker it get her into places normally she couldn’t.

Sighing slightly she remembered there were several parties this week. Yeah everyone would kill for her job, and probably had. But she in truth wanted to sit on the beach go unnoticed, and have a drink that would quench her thirst. She looked into the eyes of the man who was walking past, wiggling her fingers and smiling brightly. She made sure to look over her shoulder to see if he was looking, she looked, he was looking she laughed turning her head back. Pretty face. Hot body. Was that what men were looking for, what about being smart too, or ambitious, or talented...there was so much more to her than...what she portrayed.

Watch them, what are they thinking.

She remembered a line from a movie she had seen last night, how did it go look at the marauder’s map and declare I solemnly swear I am up to no good. Yes that was the look I am up to no good. But it wasn’t her that would wrangle them in for questioning, or confession. No she identified them, got the evidence and then relayed it back. Sam was a member of the part of CORSEC that many didn’t talk about, and many wondered what they did.

Yes on a good day she got to wear something fitted and revealing playing a game of flip my hair and bat my eyes with some guy who made her skin crawl. She had to be careful though too many of the men she socialized with disappeared then she would draw suspicion.

There was word of carpetbaggers on Corellia, which didn’t surprise Sam at all. Death was something that couldn’t be controlled and when death claimed someone off world, immediately someone showed up offering to “help” the surviving spouse. Help who would have thought that could be turned into an opportunistic word. But it had these carpetbaggers were moving in buy up land and businesses cheap as they played on the insecurities and pain of loved ones left behind.

If there was anyone to hate in the galaxy she’d hate them, and right now she was hunting them.

Her comm went off and from the pocket of her beach robe she pulled it out, there was a murder. They wanted her on site. Murder wasn’t generally something they called her in on, there had to be something special about this one.

She wrote back as she sauntered down the beach, Details.

The response didn’t take long, third one in two weeks. May be a psychopath, or a gang either way they want your eyes on this, can you come.
She stopped, she had to think. Only if you can assure me no one would see me, at all.

The pause was a lot longer than she expected. You’re the weeping girlfriend, get over here.

Well Sith spawn she thought and headed toward the address.
 
She was in full meltdown mode by time she reached her destination, rending of her clothing crying screaming over and and why why. How she did not become an actress would amaze almost anyone as the local authorities grabbed her up and took her upstairs letting her loose as they neared the apartment.

She looked at them why weren't they going in. She frowned and then headed inside. A few heads turned she nodded, "here I am"

They pointed in a direction there on the kitchen table laid out perfectly was a woman everything about her was pristine except for the rather angry looking slit that ran from ear to ear. The cut so deep it had nearly taken her head off. Sam felt weak in the knees then the churning of her stomach started oh god she couldn't be sick in front of everyone she could feel her mouth watering preparing for what was now inevitable.

"You look green Sam here's a bag" She accepted it just in time to turn and make use of it.

Thank god it was done. "I've never seen it so bad oh god" she wiped her mouth, "Are all of them like this?"

"yes"

Damn was all she could think. "What do you want from me?"

He smiled at her, "You don't see it?"

She shook her head, "noooo"

He didn't laugh, "dark hair girl, good looking, perfect manicure, well kept..."

The color drained from her face, "Bait" oh hell.
 
Bait the word itself was imagery for luring one in, presenting yourself in such a manner that made you irresistible and therefore enticing the predator to you.

She looked at the body ok that could be me but who is to say that this is really the preference. She couldn't look anymore she backed away to let the other teams come in and do their work. Poor thing Sam thought she looks so young. Sam frowned leaning against the wall watching as this woman's life was reduced to time of death, and cause of death. That wasn't all someone was in the end, there was memories that could be shared, adventures taken, regrets, and then the worst thing the grief of the family. How did they go on?

Sam thought about her brothers for a moment both of them Jedi going off into the galaxy. She missed some of their times as kids, Hawk with his continued bellowing, and Brad always so quiet. She smiled though thinking on them it would tear them up if anything happened to her. But. They didn't really know what she did to earn credits here at home. No. That was her secret from them.

Darkness it was everywhere. "Ok. So brief me about what you want" They wouldn't take her into the office that would give her away there were safe houses through Coronet City that could take her in.

"Go to the place over near Market Square they will brief you there" She nodded acknowledging the instructions, pushing off from the wall she reached up smeared her makeup more making her look dejected, unkempt. "later"

She headed out escorted by a friend, Jared. He looked at her, "you look like hell"

Sam tried not to laugh, "I'm supposed to look like hell."

He had his hand on her shoulder guiding her through the hall, "You should let me help you with that" he said in a very low voice so that the others wouldn't hear. She looked up, "can't got to work"

And it would be 100 degrees on Hoth when she accepted that offer. They reached the door with an unceremonious shove she was out the door. "next time" came his reply. Sam looked around pulling her clothes tighter she began the long trek to Market Square.

She knew all the short cuts to get there after all she grew up running through these allies. She was looking though who was watching and who wasn't.
 
Sam arrived at the safe house near Market Square the briefing was at this time short, they gave her all the data on the murders. She would be detailed to Security until the murders were solved.

Her Supervisor looked at her and told her, "Solve it and come back quick"

"But what about the carpetbaggers?" Sam hated to leave an investigation though she understood why murder was nasty business.

He gave her a weary look when she got something in her head it was hard to get her to think on something else. Good thing for an investigator like her, bad for her boss it was like having a second wife nag nag nag until she got what she wanted, he laughed.

"Tell you what maybe you can drag your new partner in, might be good experience for him, see if he can handle, see if he can manage to do the job without disappearing on you" Everyone knew the story it had circled around the CORSEC offices losing a job over a woman. A woman who better be Betty Crocker and Linda Lovelace rolled into one.

Sam was watching her Supervisors' face whatever was he thinking about it seemed to be leaving a sour taste in his mouth. His features contorted until he was looking at her with a scowl.

"Off with you" he growled at her.

"Off I go" She hid the data into her pockets, and started the trek back to her home she had a lot to look at, and then to contact the others working with her to set up the where and when they could watch her. OHHH there was a party later...damn.

She shook her head she would go and then Samantha Solo, debutant, and flirt would emerge. It was Monday wasn't it; Sam shook her head I hate Mondays
 
Finally she made it through the doors of her parent's house. They didn't live here any longer but Sam had been so emotionally involved with the house she couldn't let it go, so she made arrangements with her parents to buy it.

Four bedrooms, great room, three baths, etc etc you know a house fit for a family with three kids. She headed back to the room that doubled as her office, she thought she had a memory of her father sitting at a desk in here so fleeting was it that she wasn't sure if it was a dream or real. She put the data onto the desk, and loaded it into the computer.

This system had it all, 3D diagonal operating system, personalized gesture operated keyboard, holographic table top tech, holographic floating displays, super smart phones with radial operating system, and augmented reality hacking tech, panoramic window screens, and the ability to call the operating system to any glass surface in the house. Yes When Sam worked she worked with what gave her the greatest advantages, she didn't know about anyone else. Sure there seemed to be better tech out there, but this, this worked for her.

"Ok" the information opened up to show three files, she tapped the holo screen and the file scattered into other files. Selecting the autopsy files first she wanted to see the coroner notes.

"I'm hungry, hold this thought" Sam headed off into the kitchen for her version of food, bantha steak over greens, grabbing a water she headed to the great room. She was mentally preparing herself for the coroner photos. It was better than being there on scene. Yeah, wouldn't think about that right now she thought.

Munching her greens and toying with the bantha she wasn't sure she wanted a lot on her stomach just in case...

Back into the office she reached out and stretched the screen as it waited for her to do something else. She tapped the coroner's file. She felt sick, queasy, nauseous she turned away putting her food down and just holding onto the water.

"ok" She began to read the notes, depth of cuts, whether right or left, opinions on cause.

1. The blade is serrated 2. She was cut from left to right 3. Body was cleaned with a high end perfumed soap 4. No prints 5. No sexual assault 6. Remnants of what looked like honey dust or powdered gold were found on the clothing.

Sam had the crime scene pictures now scattered on her walls as she stood before them studying them the body, the room what was it there had to be something in this room.

She pushed all the data to the one wall, and immediately opened the other two files taking the crime scene images from each murder and placing them on the other two walls. Now she could compare them from one to the other to the other. She knew the answer was in here, she knew it was staring at her.
 
[member="Samantha Solo"]


Greg looked around and shook his head. In a very strange way his parents had gotten exactly what they wanted from him.

He had defied them years back when he signed up for the CORSEC Academy rather than assuming a role in the family’s businesses. He had done well and risen in the ranks achieving the position of Special Agent in Charge and being assigned to be one of CORSEC’s liaisons with the multi-system task force combating organized crime and terrorism.

He’d made a decision to help a friend that required him be AWOL for an extended period. That decision cost him his career. He contracted as a private investigator for a while before, upon his return to Corellia from a mission, he was approached by a beautiful brunette and offered a reinstatement back into CORSEC in a vastly different role – special operations.

SpecOps were basically a group of undercover agents that collected information and fed it back into the enforcement branch before fading back into the background.

Greg’s cover story was that of a disgraced CORSEC officer that returned to his family to run a group of restaurants they owned. The flagship was a combination restaurant / night club on the river in his home city of Tyrena. There were several owned by the family, but, the other he primarily frequented was a slightly smaller night club in Coronet City.

Greg had to walk a very thin line balancing the cover of rich playboy restaurant owner who loved the nightlife with his well-known past as a CORSEC officer. He had many enemies from the cases he had prosecuted in the past; many that would love a chance at revenge, so, he had to be doubly vigilant.

Now he was pacing back and forth along the edge of the deck on the top of his Tyrena nightclub fuming. Sam had been taken off their case and they wouldn’t tell him where she was. It was rare, very rare, that he wasn’t somewhere nearby when she was working a night club floor or a strand of beach in one of her very small bikinis.

He opened his datacomm unit and called her home number. He wouldn’t call her mobile number in case she was undercover somewhere.

“Sam, please call me. Let me know what’s going on. I’m flying up to Coronet City immediately. If you can, meet me at the club at 10 p.m. Usual cover.”

As two of Corellia’s well known players, they allowed the local crowds to think they “hooked up” from time to time for a night of casual, no obligation sex. It gave them opportunities to meet and make their plans. Neither of them had been brave enough to actually take that step although Greg had thought about it on numerous lonely nights.

He saw the skytaxi arrive and hurried downstairs to get in. He would be in Coronet City well before 10.
 
[member="Gregory Gray"]
Finally after looking at holos for hours trying to find something in there that would make some kind of sense some connection other than the obvious. What was this person trying to say by killing like this?

Sam exhaled only when she drew her focus off the holos did she hear the comm. Ut Oh, she thought as she picked it up. She smiled it was Gregory he was a worry wart for certain, and the cover they had finally worked out got a few glances but had become accepted.

The Club. Every night they showed up at the club together everyone believed they were leaving together, spending nights together. They were together every night. Sam laughed at what she could imagine people thinking.

It was time to become Samantha. After freshening up, and changing into her most provocative outfit, one meant to get reaction from Gregory. She was meant to invoke looks of longing and want from others so that they would approach Greg. She was meant to look like his plaything. He was meant to look like the guy who had information, the disgruntled Agent.

He had the looks, and smooth silky words that could see sand to a moisture farmer. She was glad he was her partner. But there were nights that when he kissed her there was no acting and they both knew it.

She arrived at the club and headed up towards their meeting spot, which of course took her through the crowds as she said hello and danced along smiling and having a great time. She wiggled her little fingers hi to the bartenders and then made her way toward Greg who reminded her of her grandmother's cat. Sitting there swishing his tail back and forth just waiting for the rocker to squish it. ERRRREOOO!

She smiled, "Hello Lover" she moved to him looking up with those big eyes, "miss me?"
 
[member="Samantha Solo"]


Greg saw Sam as soon as she came in the front entrance of the club but made himself turn away and not follow her progress across the room, flirting with a scantily clad want-to-be socialite standing nearby.

He heard her greeting, "Hello Lover. Miss me?" and turned with a smile to welcome her.

A hand found her waist and pulled her close while the other circled around her head and pulled her hair back exposing a soft curve of neck which he kissed softly. “What do you think?” he responded to her question.

Another kiss and an innuendo-laden suggestion that they step back into his office. The hand around her waist kept her close as he led her to the massive wooden door with the large PRIVATE sign labeling it.

Once inside and the door shut, he exhaled a sigh of relief and let her go - reluctantly he had to admit if only to himself.

“Dammit, Sam! Where have you been? And what’s going on? The Chief wouldn’t tell me anything.”
 
[member="Gregory Gray"]

"Dammit GREG!" she yelled back all while smiling at him. "Maybe I needed some alone time to relieve some frustration." She leaned back he knew she wasn't off doing anything she couldn't talk about with him. He was one of the few people that knew she was living a double life, and helping her to do so.

She enjoyed teasing him some as if they weren't doing that each and every time they were in public she had a feeling he liked it but right now she really shouldn't be teasing him and making him think of things that weren't true.

She would let him stew about this, she made a pouty face without smiling. "Were you worried Gregory?" He had that look of worry, and when their boss wouldn't give him anything she imagined he thought some of the worst things.

She got off his desk and went to him sighing, she gave him a hug holding him tight for a few minutes, and then went back to the desk.

"I got pulled in on a case involving more local authorities but still have to get the carpetbaggers." She wanted to give him all the right details, "I"ve been studying crime scene holo's for the last few hours three murders they think they are all by the same person, I'm not so sure." She contemplated the pictures again.

"So want to come over and look at them with me maybe you can spot something i couldn't" The more they looked the more they might find, "OHH and I'm the bait for this person, starting tonight doing my regular act but going to visit some of the places the others did and see if something shakes out. You ready to provide backup for that?"
 
[member="Samantha Solo"]


Greg scowled but it didn’t last long. “I didn’t know you were frustrated, beautiful. Should have let me know,” he teased.

He listened to her explanation and wondered why the Chief didn’t fill him in. “I don’t get in, Sam. The Chief have some reason not to include me on this one?”

It was different from the investigations they had been working on, but, the plan was similar enough that he should be useful to Samantha. Greg was sure there was still some mistrust towards him in the department – or, among the few that knew he was back with the department. That had been determined to be need to know only to help protect his cover story.

“Three murders?” He thought a moment, trying to remember hearing about anything along those lines through the news services and couldn’t. “How are they keeping it so quiet?” He knew the information could be suppressed if the people were important enough –at least for a while; or, if they were from the lower levels of society, it sadly just wouldn’t be a news worthy story. Greg was no liberal do-gooder, but, he hated the disparity between the haves and the have nots on Corellia. Especially when it manifested in CORSECs decisions on what was important enough to commit resources to investigate. Sam’s assignment to this case meant to Greg that this involved some of the upper crust.

“You know I’ll back you up, Sam.” He was slightly hurt that she would even ask but didn’t dwell on it. “So, what’s the play? Will we be together or will I just be tailing you?”

In the places they frequented it might seem odd for them to not be together, but, if the crimes were located in a different area they could plan it either way. Greg was well known in his home town of Tyrena, but, not so much so in Coronet City.

“Do you want to look over those files before or after we put in your appearance?” Going to her home would be tricky. They had tried to keep her private residence at a distance from their operations. It was harder for Greg as he had apartments in the two night clubs he managed for the family. They could do it; they had before. It was just a matter of making sure they didn’t have any paparazzi tails when they left.
 
"I'll keep that in mind lover for the next time I'm tense" oh they were a pair at the moment each trying to find their rhythm their partnership offered many opportunities. She heard it in his voice just then that concern that he wasn't fully accepted yet.

She hadn't told him that her boss had questioned her judgement in requesting him or that if he failed at the job that she would pay a price for it. Desk duty for starters. She shook her head, deals with the devil that what this was. "Ahh he called me in last minute and I told him I'd take care of briefing you I just got involved in the holos, I'm sorry Greg, won't happen again" She'd take the blame for a lot of things if it would help Greg to feel more part of the team.

"The victims i don't recognize their names so I'll say they're probably someone from the tourist district, either companions, or workers I didn't look at that info either." She smiled, "See this is why you're my partner to come up with all the good ideas" He was her partner cause she wanted him there, he was a good agent and everyone knew it.

"Probably a bit of both, following me around making sure I don't become the victim and then there are days you should be with me can't be looking too out of character for too long it will raise suspicions" She worried about their cover it had to hold.

"Oh let's do the appearance first after all I'm all dressed, or haven't you noticed?" She was sure he noticed he usually did there had been a few nights where it was more noticable than others which made her smile.

"Getting to my house should be...alright. We can take one of the bikes and outrun them, doubling back to the house. Then you can have the guest room for the night, after we look over the holos and plan out how we will work on it" She smiled at him now. Friendly open and trying to convince him.

"Does that sound ok [member="Gregory Gray"]?"
 
[member="Samantha Solo"]


Greg could tell from the slight hesitation there was something else going on with the Chief, but, if Sam didn’t feel like offering that info he would respect her enough not to pry.

Greg was an untrained force sensitive. He had never even learned to do the simplest of tasks like levitating a beer from the chiller, but, he did have one innate ability. He could tell when people were lying. It wasn’t 100%, but, it was accurate enough that it was an invaluable aid to him when questioning suspects. Unfortunately, he couldn’t turn it off and it could intrude in other, more personal social situations. Knowing a girlfriend was lying to him has ended more relationships than he cared to consider. Someday he would have to talk to Sam about that and the importance to him of complete honesty.

“Yeah. I noticed your dress.” As much as he enjoyed the way she was falling out of it, he really hated the need for her to go out in the clubs dressed like that. He realized he was more protective than being a partner called for and wondered just how attached to her he was becoming.

“So, is this a escort night or a follow discretely night? If I just need to follow and watch, I’ll change into something a little less dressy, less noticeable.”
 
Sam thought for a few moments, "let's do escort night" mainly because the holos had unnerved her and knowing that someone out there was running around killing without a reason she could think of made her think twice about running around alone tonight.

"Tomorrow we can do the tail me part" She smiled he had another look on his face something not settling well with him.

She looked down at the dress, "you know when I'm home I swear sweaters and pants to make up for all the things I wear doing this job" Why did she tell him that did it matter that he know. She looked at him as she thought of her answer. Yes. it mattered that he knew the persona was not her. She while being slightly spoiled and a little vain was not one to benefit from someone else's misfortune, and she was one to protect someone. To make sure they got the fair chance they deserved.

His AWOL to help a friend whlie CORSEC wasn't happy she saw it as someone having great devotion to duty, and if he would do that for a friend what did he do for those that were more? She didn't know.

"We can walk over to the sectors where the bodies were found and see if anything shakes out, but I think they were killed somewhere else and then brought in. I need to finish reading the examiner reports"

And whether he wore a fine suit, or a potato sack Greg couldn't help but look good, very good. "I think we will need some other equipment too, I see a requisition in the future."

Sam ran her fingers through her hair to make it look a bit more messy, had to give the impression of an intense make out session followed by who knows what, but it was done for the observers observations.

[member="Gregory Gray"]
 
[member="Samantha Solo"]


Greg nodded his concurrence with her plan for the night; even the guest room part though that teased at him the most. “Escort it is,” he replied stepping over to his desk. He picked up his comm and called his assistant manager informing her that he would be going out with Sam for the remainder of the evening. His assistant was a young lady who knew that having an opinion about her boss’s comings and goings with various beauties on his arm was not good for long-term employment opportunities. She simply concurred and assured him she would take care of the place while he was gone.

Before leaving his desk he pulled out a small blaster; one that would fit easily into a jacket pocket without creating too much of a bulge. It did happen to be licensed to him in case some enterprising young street cop wanted to make an issue of him carrying it; he wouldn’t have to reveal his CORSEC ties.

Before leaving the office he pulled Sam close and said softly, “I don’t like this Sam. There are too many unknowns. I’ll be watching your back but please… if you sense anything going south – pull back. Now give me a little lipstick smear and we’ll be all set.”

He gave her a kiss that wasn’t strictly professional. It was too soft, lasted too long, involved too much tongue and felt entirely too good to be professional. Finally letting her go, he rubbed a finger over his lips and grinned when it revealed a good coloring of her red lipstick.

He opened the office door and led her out and across the crowded floor; dodging between various groups of partiers, smiling and saying Hi as they were greeted by acquaintances and wantabes. Once outside he asked, “What’s our first stop, doll?”
 
She was breathless the kiss was very sexual she found her temperature rising and somewhere deep in her core there was an ache that clamored and shouted for more. She felt rather giddy and silly she smiled way too much when he stopped. It wasn't like he hadn't kissed her before, a hundred or so times.

Oh Lord much more of that and I'll melt She watched him smear her best lipstick he looked good in it, no that it made him girly but that it marked him as hers. He looked good being hers. She moaned slightly but he wasn't hers he was her partner, her back up, the guy that made her motor run and then pulled the plug. A facade. Samantha was in trouble there could come a time when there could be a blurring of the lines of their partnership for her.

The dodged the crowd slithering through nodding and saying hi like a well trained totally in sync team. Where to first, "Well they've all been last seen down in the market area around that little coffee shop that we like so much, the one with the sharp tea." She smiled at him hoping he remembered the first place they had gone to when they pretended to bump into each other, an event that began their very visual relationship.

[member="Gregory Gray"]
 
[member="Samantha Solo"]


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If Greg recognized Sam’s distress he didn’t acknowledge it. He had problems of his own and if they both admitted how they were attracted to each other they could definitely be in trouble as a CORSEC team.

“It’s a beautiful night for a walk,” he said to her softly as they began a seemingly slow leisurely stroll. From the club it was a short distance to Treasure Ship Row, the market and the coffee shop. To the casual observer it would appear they only had eyes for each other. The truth was, they were watching every shadow, every flicker of movement; every look that came their way.

In the distance the Corellian Tower was bathed in light, inviting tourist to take the ride to the top and gain a bird’s eye view of the city. “We should go up there some day,” Greg purred in the ear. She knew what he was talking about. He said that same thing each time they walked down the Row and the tower dominated the sky line. Perhaps some day they would.

“We’re about to the coffee shop, Sam. Have you noticed anything unusual?”

To Greg the most obvious difference was the absence of locals where there were usual crowds. It was like the tourists had the Row all to themselves. What could cause that filled Greg with no small amount of concern.
 
Sam nuzzled Greg's neck lovingly as she began to whisper to her, "nothing yet but the atmosphere here is off." She kissed his ear gently anyone watching would see a loving couple wrapped up in each other. Her dark eyes looked up to the tower.

She smiled, "yes Greg we should go there" The tower yes she knew and yes there was a holo movie that she associated with that tower. oh man she thought wouldn't it be great to go up there and know that you're meeting the love of your life, the holo An Affair to Remember used the tower for just such a thing but it took so long for the lovers to recognize that they needed each other. It was sad, and yet offered such affirmation of true love. What she wouldn't do to have that, what woman wouldn't, or didn't want that. She closed her eyes she had to think about the job right now, and not how tight Greg was holding her protecting her. They are a team, and to be effective they couldn't.......she looked at him for a moment...maybe they'd be more effective..more aware..more everything....they'd be Mr. and Mrs. Smith!

She looked over to the coffee shop, it seemed near empty another distressing moment. This was the place for Corellians at night. She pursed her lips together, "Something is wrong" she whispered again Sam looked one way and then the other. She turned her head slightly, movement in the first alley someone was looking and when she looked their way they ran.

"Did you see that" she asked Greg. She did not run off immediately.

[member="Gregory Gray"]
 
[member="Samantha Solo"]


Greg tightened his grip on Samantha and whispered, “Hold it, Sam. We aren’t cops. We don’t chase.” Running after someone down an ally was a sure way to blow your cover.

He watched the person running away concerned but less than if he’d been running towards them. “If he has some reason to talk to us he can come into the coffee shop. It’s nearly empty.”

He continued towards the coffee shop, leading a reluctant Samantha away from the ally.

“Let’s get our usual corner table. That way if anyone wants to chat they won’t have anybody looking over their shoulder.”

Greg ordered for them; tea for Sam and a caf for himself. He felt to need to be alert tonight.
 
She wanted to chase. She looked up at him she knew he was right she tried not to look at the alley just in case. She closed her eyes as Greg led her inside to their table.

She looked at her tea and then to him then to the door back to Greg. She decided to talk while they waited, "I really like the way you kiss Greg" not a lie. She did like it. She smiled at her tea cup. Then looked back up. "These past few months have been. The best."

Oh what was she going to say. "We make a great team"

She turned her cup a little playing with it slightly. "But."

Then the door opened a small man who looked more spooked then thirsty looked at them, and started their way. "Company" Sam whispered.

[member="Gregory Gray"]
 
[member="Samantha Solo"]


Greg scowled at the implications of having a stranger approach them. If he wasn’t just a down and out pan-handler… if he was approaching them as CORSEC agents… then they had a serious breech in their cover. That could mean an end to their operations in Coronet City.

“Maintain cover, Sam,” he whispered as the man approached. When it was obvious he was coming to see them, Greg pushed out a chair on the other side of the table with his foot and nodded for him to sit down.

What was Sam trying to tell him? She sounded so serious… did she want to end the partnership? This night was really going south fast for Greg.

He glared at the man implying an interruption of a very important conversation – which it may have been - and said, “It’s your nickel.”

Greg always wanted to be able to use that expression, although, he wasn’t exactly sure what a nickel was.
 

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