He appreciates what she's trying to do here, but going from a detective in LAPD’s organized crime division to helping some guy play cops in a city without laws doesn’t sound too appealing. Maybe if it’s what Captain America does when he’s in the Nexus?
“Felix calls cops ‘guardsmen,’” he laughs, and takes another pull of smoke. “I’ve met him before. He seemed like a nice kid. Asked me what death’s like, but was pretty polite about it. I bought him a beer, and he gave me money, which he really didn’t have to do. That was at, um, that store that had the tiny pies.
“He made me nervous as hell at first, though. Is he always so, you know”--he waves his hand around, searching for the appropriate word--“intense?”
Adia’s volunteered a lot of history to someone she’s met twice who’s not said a word about his personal life. But that's the sort of thing you do when you're a good person, with a clean conscience and nothing to hide. Thank God for cigarettes in times like these. He’s smoking in silence, hair flopped over his eyes.
“I’ve lied to a friend before,” he says softly. “About my identity. It wasn’t for very long, but still.”
It's not quite the same as being a sleeper agent living among the people you’re at war with, right, but she might like to know about it anyway.
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Date: 2017-08-22 03:06 am (UTC)“Felix calls cops ‘guardsmen,’” he laughs, and takes another pull of smoke. “I’ve met him before. He seemed like a nice kid. Asked me what death’s like, but was pretty polite about it. I bought him a beer, and he gave me money, which he really didn’t have to do. That was at, um, that store that had the tiny pies.
“He made me nervous as hell at first, though. Is he always so, you know”--he waves his hand around, searching for the appropriate word--“intense?”
Adia’s volunteered a lot of history to someone she’s met twice who’s not said a word about his personal life. But that's the sort of thing you do when you're a good person, with a clean conscience and nothing to hide. Thank God for cigarettes in times like these. He’s smoking in silence, hair flopped over his eyes.
“I’ve lied to a friend before,” he says softly. “About my identity. It wasn’t for very long, but still.”
It's not quite the same as being a sleeper agent living among the people you’re at war with, right, but she might like to know about it anyway.