lovely is an overstatement

[ameliae]

She glanced over at Morgan and quirked an eyebrow. Something inside of her told her that she could trust him, but she had a usual babysitter for Tully when she was gone on night runs like this. "Shit." She replied finally, exasperated that she'd just put down all of that money on the hotel room and would now need to go by the house. The babysitter would be on her way there-- Syndicate hired-- and would need rerouting. She picked up her radio and called in, "Have the sitter come to the hotel instead. My room. A man named Morgan will be there in the room with Tully. Make sure she's timely, please. I don't want to run in to her when I get back to the house." She shook her head, waiting for a reply. A woman's voice popped up. "On my way," she answered quietly in a rather submissive tone. Lo nodded, as if they could see her--which, little to Morgan's knowledge, they could. The syndicate ran this hotel and it was a bit of a safe-house for their staff.

"Just head upstairs to the office, Lo. We've got you covered." She wasn't satisfied. "All of my usual gear?" she asked and was answered with a stern, "Yes." She sighed heavily and gave Tully a hug, ushering him off toward Morgan. "Meet my guest at my car, please," she ordered, and two people sounded off in synchronicity, "Yes ma'am." She nodded and waited patiently for a couple of seconds, glancing up into a corner of the garage. A security camera turned to face the three standing beside the Audi, and the elevator door opened up almost immediately. Two men clad in hotel uniform stepped out, striding quickly to meet Tully and Morgan. "Thanks, boys," she sounded, giving a quick glance to Morgan and a smile before jogging off toward the stairs.

Tully looked up at Morgan and smiled. This wasn't unusual for him. "Mommy has to work," he finally said matter-of-factly. Tully didn't know at all what his mother did for a living. "Can I have my computer?" he asked one of the men who were escorting the two toward the elevator. One radioed in the request and was answered positively. "Yes, it's coming to your room, sir." Tully clapped his hands together and reached up to grab Morgan's hand, almost leading the man to the room he knew so well. "Come on! It's a really cool room! I wanna show you mommy's office!"

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan exited the car watching the goings on, this was bigger than he anticipated. He could feel the ...awe, that was the emotion coming off these guys, and a slight fear. They were afraid of her, interesting. He grinned at them; a charming smile that showed even teeth. He smirked as they averted his gaze and deferred to Hehlo. But he was instantly caught up in Tully leading him towards the room he was obviously comfortable in and very familiar with.

Morgan caught the excitement and followed the boy as he pulled him towards the dorrs and swiftly through , The men sent to guide them were trailing after the boys momentum and Morgan was jogging to keep up. He loved the innocence and happy emotions that came off Tully in waves. He was also excited and happy. He would get his chance to talk to Hehlo when she returned, and he was curious as to what she would have to say after her assignment.

He waited patiently for Tully to get into the rooms and he tried not to look too suspicious to the men who were trying to subtly watch him and failing miserably. Once he gave in to his childish side and shot them a tongue. They stopped trying to look at him unnoticed after that and he grinned widely with his victory. He was pulled by tully again into an office, and straight away to a compter. Tully, what ideas would you have for me? Business and finances are what I need from a website. My mother was an Archeologist and I need a place for her contacts to contact me. About her digs, her finds, and her catalogue of items. Also a place for the catalogue, and a place for Museums and others to get together. So, I guess I need an Academic section too... wow I never realized I had so much to put together! He grinned atthe small boy hoping he hadn't given him too much to deal with at once.

[ameliae]

Tully tilted his head, opening up the desk drawer as Morgan spoke. A keyboard pulled out and Tully began playing on his mother's computer. The two men literally jumped when they heard Lo's voice, but she was not in person. The radio was always a bit staticy, and her voice rang out-- "Love you, Tully. Be good for Morgan and Billie." Tully sang out his response. "Kay mommy! Love you too!"

Tully went into more drawers of his mother's desk after turning on her PC. He dug through, pulling out cases and cases. He knew full well what was in them, but he wasn't allowed to touch the guns and other weapons. The two men stood guard at the door, looking rather goofy in their hotel get-up. Too goofy to be guarding. Tully finally pulled out a massive book and dropped it on the desk. It landed with a too-loud thud and that caused the little boy to be reduced to a giggling pile of adorable child. "So you need this stuff," he said, pointing at the book.

So, Tully had been listening to Morgan all along, even if it seemed like he'd be totally distracted. He filed through the book of PHP coding then shrugged, digging in another drawer to pull out a book of JAVA and a book of FLASH. 'This should be all," he hummed, more like his mother now than ever. It was down to business, and the computer was booted. He put his tiny hand on the mouse and guided it to the address bar of an Internet Explorer page to type in the address of a very flashy, well done website. "You need something like this," he said, pointing at the screen. The website was completely fictional and about different sorts of computer parts. On the front page it stated that the site was fictional. "I made this for practice, see?" he said with a goofy smile. "I can't do pictures very well but I can do this stuff! Mommy had one of the goons do the pictures for me!" One of the guards scoffed at the word goon.

"But see, there's links and they take you to different parts of the website that look like completely different websites but they're uniform in the way they look, right? But they change subject sort of. But I can make it look however you want for it to look!"

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan smiled sadly at the exchange between mother and child bidding goodbyes and good nights. It was poignant, and he felt like an outsider treading on something secret and special. It was over swiftly and he was able to compose himself from wafting memories of his mother as she would tell him goodnight across the miles and oceans that seperated them on the telephone.

Soon Tully was in high gear, he was pulling things from drawers and slamming books on the desk as if he did this all the time. Morgan couldn't help but grin paternally at the progenous child. He glanced in dismay at the screen, and toned his grin to match his mood. Businesslike and orderly.

He pointed to things he liked and things he didn't and began to list colors and text fonts he appreciated. He also began to describe the layout he'd like. He agreed the main page should link to the other areas, and he wanted it to look good. He could do the "pictures" himself. If you get these main aspects started I can add graohics later. I don't hink I want the "goons" he chuckled and glanced surreptitiously atthe guards as he said the derogatory nickname, to mess with my site. This is for you only, Tully, you are my employee and I want your work to shine through. You must make sure you credit yourself; you will need a designer name for that! I don't want people to know it is Tully Grehn, but I do want them to know it was you. Do you understand that? To protect your real identity but still get credit for the site.

He hoped he wasn't confusing the boy, and he decided it was enough for one night. The little tyke had been keeping notes as he had looked at his sample work and listened intently as Morgan explained what he wanted and how to lay it out. Morgan was impressed with his professionalism, and he knew again that Hehlo would be perfect for his professional affairs. He also guessed the "goons" were keeping close tabs on what he had talked about to the boy. In fact it would not surprise Morgan if the entire conversation had been recorded somewhere.

[ameliae]

Tully had agreed with Morgan as the night began to grow older. He yawned and crawled out of his mother's chair into the daybed in the corner. Just as he found himself dozing off, a gentle looking, slender brunette woman burst through the door. "Oh my God, I am so sorry. I got caught up in traffic from there to here and--"

Her voice was cut off by Tully's. "Shut up!" he whined thoroughly. "I'm trying to sleep!" Billie jumped and stared at the little boy. Obviously he was her authorative figure here, not the other way around. She glanced at Morgan and noticed that Tully was practically sleeping on him. A whistful smile and she spoke, holding out her hand. Her voice was a whisper, as she took care to not disturb Tully. "You must be Morgan," she said with a nod. "I apologize for my tardiness." By this time, all of the staff must have thought that Lo had finally found a beau of her own to be a dad to Tully, which was not at all the case.

Billie shooed the goons and shut the door. They stayed on the outside of the door, as was their job, but Billie just didn't like for Tully to see himself being guarded, and she didn't like being eavesdropped on. The lady sat down in a chair away from Morgan and Tully and pulled out a paperback, immediately reading away.

Not long after Tully had fallen asleep, Lo's voice could be heard echoing down the hallway. Her steps were quick and hard with madness. She was standing right outside of the door now and screaming at the guards. "Where the fuck are the backup copies? I know that you have them! Those tapes had better get from your hands to mine in ten minutes or I'll start firing people the old-fashioned way!" She stormed in, practically punching the door open. It slammed against the wall as it swung, and Lo threw three tapes onto the ground. "How many fucking times do I have to tell you that you do not under any circumstances video record or audio record my son or my guests unless given specific instructions to do so? Is that so fucking hard?! Do I have to go set up the control room everytime I have to go out for the night!?"

Lo wasn't dressed in her prudent sweater and jeans anymore. She was drab in all black leather pants and a cotton T-Shirt. Her mess of blonde hair was pulled back and her face was riddled with wrinkles from being freshly unmasked. Her hands were hidden by black gloves and her feet sported a thick pair of almost knee-high buckle up boots. On her waist were three guns, and one hung on her back. All were painted black to match her get-up.

She whipped her head around to see that Billie had arrived, and she had. Lo strode toward her swivelling chair and flung herself into it, tapping her fingers against her desk. She had a lightbulb and grabbed up the microphone on her desk, pressing a button that sounded a beep. "Attention all personell: Hehlo Grehn wants the tapes recorded from the time of 9PM to the time of her arrival back into her office at. . . 12:17AM. Said tapes shall be returned within the next. . . Seven minutes or sweet little Lo here will begin taking people down to find them." she paused, glancing back at Morgan. "Six minutes."

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan watched as Tully curled up to sleep. It was endearing. He wanted to reach out and move the hair out of his face where it was matted on his forehead from the excitement of working with him on the computer, and from the too many bodies in a small place. He had a soft grin on his face and was watching as the rise and fall of the tiny chest began to even out. He could hear the blood flowing in his veins as it began to hum a more rhythmic tune.

Then a fury of a girl whirled through the door like a very loud tornado. Morgan found himself snarling slightly and his teeth were shown in his grimace. Thank gods his fangs weren't out, just a man growling at an unexpected intruder, it was believable. He composed himself and barely a second had passed. His eyes followed her as she hustled giving her sorry explanations for being late. He was ontolerant of inefficient help, and she was flighty. How could Hehlo trust Tully with her? Oh right, the "goons".

Morgan could not help his grin as Tully ordered the girl around, he was definately what Morg would expect in his own son. He watched as the girl quieted down and sent the men out into the hall. His smirk was firmly in place when she looked around, took a seat and placed her nose into a book.

He was actually happy when he heard Hehlo's voice in the hall. He was a trifle amazed at her entrance back into the small suite. She was livid, and it was amazing to see her in action. He reappraised her, tough as nails, yet he still felt that strange protective urge towards her little family. He watched the scenario play out as she ordered the video surveillance equipment to be returned to her. He had thought that would be the case, but to accuse her of spying on him was beneath him. Now he was glad to say it wasn't the case, She wasn't acting, her pulse said she was very angry. The blush on her face was also very real, slight but real.

It was the look on her face that really closed the reality for him. He smirked, I believe it's down to five now. He looked over at Tully as he shifted in his daybed, but did not wake. His smirk softneed into a grin and he sighed again before looking back at Hehlo. What he wouldn't give to be a father.

[ameliae]

Lo gave a short nod toward Morgan, a wicked grin washing across her already furious face. The face didn't seem to fit her-- She was so tiny and looked so breakable, so unphasable. She appeared like the perfect, passive, able to not react mother. She appeared to be a gentle lamb. Today that was not the case. She was shaking in her anger, although suddenly she seemed so calm. A glance at the clock and she grabbed up her microphone again, pressing the intercom button. "Time's up." They did still have five minutes left, by her count and Morgan's, but she was tired of waiting. She pushed her chair away and strode quickly to a locker in the corner. Her fingers ambly entered the combination and soon the locker was open, Lo reaching for a black shotgun that was stowed inside with a few more. She reached up into the top of the locker, having problems thanks to her height. She managed to grab a few shells though and loaded the gun, flinging it into her shooting hand.

She strode back to the microphone and gave one last warning. "Time. Is. Up." She said it so calmly, yet it was a crazed calm. Her feet carried her quickly, and her voice could barely be heard. "Let the bodies hit the floor. . ." She shot a glance at Billie and smirked. "A soundtrack would be great to keep Tully's ears closed." The suggestion was more of an order, and Billie got right on loading the song to play on the intercom. The whispering started, then the screaming as Lo walked out of the door.

The door slammed behind Lo, and that woke Tully. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked up to Morgan. "Mommy's mad," he said matter-of-factly, as if he'd seen this happen before.

The blast of the shotgun could be heard just slightly, and Billie cringed, bumping up the music a few more decibles. Lo rampaged through the building until she found the backup tapes she'd been looking for. She wandered to the nearest office and picked up the microphone. "Billie, you can turn it off now."

Tully looked back up at Morgan and was practically clinging to him, trying hard to get back to sleep. "Tell me a story," he whined, nudging the man gently.

Lo finally returned to her office and threw the shotgun back into it's locker, securing it tightly. She smiled and strode to Tully, taking his head in her hands and kissing his forehead. "Sorry I woke you up, sweety." She looked back to Morgan and smiled, tapes in hand, before she sat back down in her swivel chair and pulled up the metal waste bin. All six tapes were thrown in with copy paper and newspaper thrown in as kindling. She grabbed three matches, lit them, and threw them in. "Billie, disable the smoke detector, please."

Her feet were thrown up on her desk and her hands crossed behind her head. "My apologies, Morgan," she started, smiling sweetly as if nothing had happened. "Sometimes people forget that I'm not a little girl." She glanced over at Tully who, despite begging for a story just minutes before, was sound asleep against Morgan once again. "Let's get down to business?"

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan watched all this in stride. He should be what... impressed? He was just too relaxed. Tully settled into his lap as the Drowning Pool song cut off abruptly on the speakers and Hehlo returned. He cradled the boy gently, ever mindful of his strength and being gentle. He was wrapped in this family and he didn't know a thing about this woman. He had made his life on trusting his instincts and he was not about to change his ways now.

He looked over at the woman who was so mysterious, almost a Schizophrenic personality disorder. She had a delicate appearance and yet was tough as nails. How many had she killed in her rage? He didn;t want to know, but he could smell the telltale scent on her clothes now, the shot gun had created back splatter and she bore a few traces of blood now. Morgan could not get a vial without her scrutiny catching himl what to do? He fought the urge that was insistant and powerful his eyes were darker now, more steely than blue. He rocked Tully gently as he pondered and his indecision and distraction helped him overcome the temptation.

After the fire and Hehlo's final settling in the chair he looked at her. He had gained control of his bodies needs and he faced her straight on. A soft smile played at the corners of his mouth. He could not help himself. The boy felt warm and alive in his arms. And yet his mother was a cold blooded killer confessing her cold heartedness to him. Yes, business. Tully has made progress on the sight. I described to him what I needed. If you had kept one of those recordings I could save myself the trouble of going over it agian. He was teasing in his own way. As ever trying to cut the tension in the air.

[ameliae]

She noticed the change in his eyecolor and quirked an eyebrow at him, oh so intrigued by this oddity. Whilst she was staring so obviously, her eyes clear and sharp in Morgan's direction, a hand flitted open a drawer and she pulled out a wet-wipe, dabbing at her skin to remove the blood. The wet-wipes aways came in handy for her, seeing as she tended to be bloody with her own blood from her incessant gnawing or with the blood of another. It was a grim fact, but a fact nontheless.

As Morgan's eyes changed back to their lighter hue, her brow quirked higher, but she said not a word of the difference in his appearance. She listened to his words and an almost spiteful grin was captured on her lips. A hand dug into one of her pockets, and she retrieved an audio disk. "You mean, that since I did keep one of the recordings you will save yourself a lot of trouble going over it again." Her grin became more gentle, more tugging at the corners of her lips as she fought to keep herself from bursting into laughter. Lo could be so soft when she wasn't doing her job. It was one of those little quirks of her's. Never take your work home with you, and never bring your home to work. She'd failed on the last part, there, as Tully seemed to end up in her office much more often than he should, but he was no trouble and seemed to deal with his mother's sudden absences quite well.

"He's so lovely when he's asleep. . ." she noted, breaking her gaze away from Morgan to eye Tully with an unconquerable adoration. "I can only hope that he doesn't follow in my footsteps." She glanced away, her grin fading and her expression suddenly melancholy. He was such an innocent child, so oblivious to the outside world no matter how much he was immersed in it. He really had no idea how deep in the real world he was, and Lo fought hard to keep him unaware.

"I'll listen over this tonight," she said, the disk fit over her index finger. "And that will surely keep Tully on track, but I need to know what you want from me," she spoke directly.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan chuckled softly at her revelation, softly so as not to wake Tully. His eyes sparkled blue again, and he relaxed a bit. He rose fluidly and settled the boy back into his bed where he would be more comfortable. He settled the covers snugly around him and stood looking at him for a second. Is this waht it is like to be a father? This feeling of wanting to protect and keep safe? Of being gentle and yet strong.. He shook his head and turned to face her retaking his seat.

What I need from you is a human who can; from time to time handle my affairs, You will not have to do anything so trivial as attend meetings or anything like that, but making bank transactions as I direct, purchasing things I require, making phone calls to direct others to my Mother'a artifacts as needed. Most importantly helping Tully run the website. I just cannot do it, I have other requirements of my time. I really want you, your strength yet softness are perfect for the things I require. You will not let these art dealers walk over you. I need that someone with backbone to stand up to them when they try to take advantage of my Mother's legacy. Her artifacts are my memories of her, and I will not let anyone defile her memory by stealing from her or taking my conviction to her integrity lightly. His face had hardened as he spoke revealing how deeply he meant these simple words. He missed his mother deeply, and her work was significant, there would be many Institutions trying to discredit her, or steal from her, and Museums trying to get her pieces for free, or keep them when they had only been loaned them. His eyes falshed blue fire again, and he took several breaths to calm himself then looked at her. I will keep in touch with you, to let you know what I need and when. It will be very open ended and discreet. Will you take the job?

[ameliae]

Lo watched as Morgan lifted her son and set him back onto the bed where he would not be bothered and could be left to sleep peacefully. A smile tugged at her lips as he tucked Tully in and sounded his question. She paused in thought, her gaze averting down and her smile fading for just a moment. "I would suppose so," she answered quietly. "It's what I go through every second of every day as his mother." Her gaze lifted back up to look at Morgan, the smile back on her lips.

She listened intently to his words as he spoke, hanging onto each one perhaps a little too long to be sure that she wasn't missing anything. She analyzed what he was saying to her and nodded in acknowledgement with every sentence. "Human?" She spoke with a sour distaste, obviously questioning his use of the word. She was skeptical now, but she could feel that what he was saying was deeply heartfelt, and that he spoke with conviction. Morgan's eyes changed again, and Lo's eyebrow quirked at the fact once more. She wouldn't keep quiet about it this time, even after he'd paused to breathe them back to their lighter color once more.

Will you take the job? She paused, knowing full well that she'd say yes. How could she not? This seemed important enough and she knew that she was fully capable. With a quiet sigh, she leaned back in her seat and kicked her feet up on the ottoman in front of her. "Yes," she answered him, her head tilted thoughtfully. "Although, I must admit that I am new to the world of fine arts. . ." A soft giggle erupted from her chest, her eyes lighting up with her jest.

Soon enough she was serious again, studying Morgan more than she should have. He must have known something was up by now with the way she was acting toward him. "Why do your eyes change color like that?" she asked, head still tilted. Her fingertips drummed against the arm of the chair, barely heard on the plush leather. "I've noticed it a few times tonight. And you seem to become very tense out of no-where. Are you okay?"

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan grinned. He sat there and just grinned. Eyes are the windows to the soul. He chuckled. I can never lie to anyone, I can never hide what I truely think or feel; my eyes always give me away. They flash with my emotions and reveal what I would leave unsaid. I am incensed right now because of the disgrace to my mother's memory. These men were her colleagues and supposed friends. Now they turn into vultures trying to conceal who the artifacts belong to and who risked their life to procure and unearth them. I have serious problems with dishonesty and greed. His face had congealed into a mask of composed fury and he forced himself to smile to soften the features so unaccostomed on his countenance.

He calmed himself before his anger undid his carefully constructed composure and shell already threatening to crack. She had caught his tiny misstep; he had said human, not person. If she directly asked him questions it might be hard, because he could not lie! But he risked so much if he revealed his truth to her. He tried to see what that outcome would bring, and he couldn't. It was who he was and he felt she would still accept him if she knew. In time he would reveal it to her, he would have no choice he would not age and she would surely notice this. She was astute and he knew the revelation would have to come sooner than later.

He looked at her composed now, and without a real thought as to what there was left to say. He had her agreement to help him, and he desperately needed it. There were things only a warm blooded human could do for him, and this cold blooded killer of a warm blooded human was perfect for the job. He knew he had made the wise choice to trust his instincts. Finally his face relaxed and his icy blue gaze softened back to the steely blue of his usual self.

[ameliae]

Lo was satisfied at first with his explaination of changing eye color, although she didn't completely buy his reasoning. It just didn't make sense to her that someone's eye color could change so rapidly-- slowly, gradually over time maybe, but not so intense and so quick. His silence to her questioning his saying "human" rather than "person" also bothered her. This in and of itself caused her to completely discredit his story of changing eye color based solely on emotion. She watched him more closely now, like a hawk watching it's soon-to-be prey. This had to be his secret. He wasn't holding back on any information except this one key piece, so far as she could tell.

In just a second's passing she'd kicked her feet down from her ottoman and moved her chair so that she was sitting right in front of him, her face too close to his for comfort. She wasn't bothered by the fact, but hoped that it may bother him to be so close. "So," she began, her eyes staring directly into Morgan's. "If I am human," she pointed a finger at herself. "Then what are you?" Her finger turned casually to him, aiming at his chest. Her hand rolled upward, her finger curling in a tickling motion beneath his chin, although she was careful not to touch him.

Her head tilted, her eyes searching him hard, sizing him up, studying each feature of his face then moving to study his body. "You look human enough. . ." Her voice trailed off as she watched him, waiting for him to make a move-- any move, the wrong move, perhaps? She couldn't tell right now what he'd do or say, but she anticipated his actions more than anything right now. Even more so than his words. He'd stayed so silent when she'd questioned his choice of words and she couldn't help but to think that this was the big secret. Although it could quite possibly be something she didn't at all believe, she wanted to know. She had to know. She could taste the coming knowledge on the tip of her tongue, although she couldn't stay for sure what reaction said knowledge would bring from her. Perhaps she'd laugh in his face for what he'd say, if he'd comply and speak to her at all.

[morgandubhbraon]

Morgan looked at her, and his eyes flashed again, silver now. You would really want this explanation, but what if this is all I have to give? My eyes have always shone my emotions, since I was young they turned to tell on me. My mother had but to look and know instantly what I was thinking or feeling. If I tried to play sick she looked into my eyes; were they clear blue, shining with sapphire? then I was going to school. When I tried to tell her I was not angry when my best friend was found to be the one who had stolen my bycycle she looked into my eyes, they were almost black with my repressed hatred and betrayal.

She never told me this until I was much older, and then only because she curiously asked me to look at her so she could see my eyes. I asked her what this meant; and she told me to go look in the mirror. When I did my eyes were bright blue; I was happy. She then told me what she had to say, that my father had died suddenly. I was able to watch my eyes go from bright crystal blue to deep stormy grey. I knew instantly how she had always known when I lied and what I was feeling.

My eyes are now only a shadow of what they used to be, Hehlo. Does this bother you? Does this appease you? I am flesh just as you, I bleed just as you, I eat just as you. He took a glass of water that he saw on the table and drank from it. What gives you cause that I am any different than you? Are you not different from what you seem at first? You appear sweet and lost and you are truely a caring, if not wholly traditional, mother to Tully. Yet you are a hired assassin, and probably more. There is definately mercenary work here, and subterfuge...you were livid when you saw they had recorded your rooms. What answer can I give as to what I am? I am not a spy, I am not a threat. Yet I could kill you more easily than you could kill me. Shoot me, I will bleed yet I will not die as you would. His Irish brogue had become thick as he tried to choose his words carefully. He wasn't certain how to handle this. How much he should reveal.

[ameliae]

Lo listened to his explaination, almost convinced now that he was telling the truth. She nodded shortly and pushed off of the ground to roll her chair back to her desk. She had her back turned to Morgan and her fingers began typing madly away at her keyboard. She began flipping through surveilance screens and, once finished with those, she opened a program that displayed before her all of the notes on the people she was supposed to take care of. Her gaze flitted up to the clock then back to her screen, although the time was clearly displayed on that screen. She always tended to prefer looking at a real clock rather than looking at the computer screen-- Anything to rest her eyes.

"You've misjudged me," she said with a quiet sigh, turning her chair for just a moment to glance back at Morgan before turning her attention back to her screen. "Perhaps I do kill to make my keep. . . Perhaps I do cause sufferance to families, unintentionally of course. But, I am not a hit for hire," she began to explain. "I am not a part of a group of hits for hire." She sighed again, shaking her head. Her hand ran through her hair and untangled a knot. "The world is so full of bad people, Morgan. We fight to make the world a better place, even if it does entail murder." She finally turned back to face him, her eyes deep and serious-- innocently truthful. "Drug and people trafficing are some of the worst things that have ever happened to this world. Young girls being abducted and sold off overseas and in our 'safe neighborhoods'. Young boys, sometimes, too. People surgically hiding drugs in animals, children, women, and men alike. It's a disgusting trade, and I'm doing my damndest to help stop that which I can." Her toe turned her to face her computer again.

She clicked her mouse button, then began to tap it impatiently. Her gaze flitted up to stare at the clock, as if she was waiting for it to do something new besides tick and move it's hands. Her finger tapped idly on the left mouse button, and she drew in a deep breath to speak. So, If you would not die as I would," she began again, breathing in another deep breath and speaking slowly, carefully now. "Then what. are. you?"