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The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - pieguy259 - 02-28-2009
"What activities?" Carly snorted. "I've been in Psych..." She turned to face DeVirgo and Esther. "Thought it was you," she said to Esther. "Haven't seen you since the Xeno thing."
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - Zapp - 02-28-2009
Esther glared daggers at DeVirgo. "I've been through too much s*** for this. I want answers, now. What the hell have I signed up for?"
Face to face with Carly, it was quite obvious that she was staring at a more mature Carolyn. "Cuz I swear, if this is just you covering your ass..." She left the threat to DeVirgo unspoken.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to talk to Carly. I don't give a flying damn if the stool's taken, I'll break the arm of whoever has it."
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - pieguy259 - 02-28-2009
"...I have it..." Carly mumbled, wondering what in Sirius was going on.
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - Zapp - 02-28-2009
Esther sits down abruptly, smiling. "Hope I don't have to break your arm. Now, does this picture look familiar to..."
As she started to pull it out, DeVirgo forced himself between the two. "Carson, outside, NOW."
"Why the hell should I?" At that, quite a few Hunters scraped their chairs and stools back and visibly placed hands to guns. "I'll be... right back," she told Carly, standing up and following him out the door as the denizens of the bar slowly relaxed into their drinks.
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - Agmen of Eladesor - 02-28-2009
Max made sure that the door was shut behind he and Esther.
"Esther, I'm not sure of what the hell is going on. You know as well as I do that nobody gets to be an S/D pilot without a complete background check by the boss. Even when that snake Harvey was helping, things still ran smoothly."
Esther glared at DeVirgo. "Keep it short", she snapped.
"Okay, I will. George has a plan for Carly. Do either of us really want to piss that old man off by screwing up HIS plans for his grandaughter?"
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - Zapp - 02-28-2009
"I'm sorry, here's the rub," she said, obviously with restrained anger. "I was hired to find a missing person... one Carolyn Susan McArthur, who is the spitting image of Carly in there. Amnesia kinda adds a fun spin to the mix. Ten credits says she doesn't have any relation to old man Graves, and this is nothing more than greed and trying to keep her in the dark and be your damn hound."
She took a breath from the short tirade, which had ended in screaming. "Now, I'm not gonna let that girl be used, one way or another."
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - Agmen of Eladesor - 02-28-2009
"Esther, you know MY history, too. If I thought for a minute that the old man was just using that little girl, I'd have turned her in myself. I also happen to know that her father has been accused of being a pedophile and the case was dropped because of lack of evidence. The evidence is sitting in there having a Sidewinder Fang at the moment."
Max turned his back.
"You do what you have to do. Sometimes is collecting a bounty always the moral thing to do?"
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - Zapp - 02-28-2009
"I'm not trying to collect a bounty, I'm trying to give her her past back, trying to help a distraught brother have his sister back. This isn't a game, Max. Its not about money. Carly is one of us, and we owe her this much, to give her the choice of which life she wants..." Esther stopped and swallowed.
"We also owe her help if her dad really is a monster like that."
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - Dashiell - 02-28-2009
Raya enters the bar.
"what was that just now? I thought I heard the screams of a crazed wild boar."
"nothing that`s your bussiness" the bartender replies.
"sure, okay. fair enough. gimme a milkshake mate"
"first limonade... now a milkshake? are you funny in the head?"
"no. I just have exquisit taste"
"I don`t have that crap."
"what the hell? they even have `em on the Norfolk"
"then go there, ya crazy tosser"
"guess I will."
Raya turns and notices Carly. he waves at her and walks out the door
The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor - carlabrams - 02-28-2009
Max started walking to back to his office. He reached into his pocket and turned on the jamming device he always carried with him.
"Do you have to turn that thing on? I always find that high buzzing noise annoying."
"Esther, at some point it ALWAYS is about the money. Publicly, George doesn't have a family. You know that as well as I do. One of the key things about being an intelligence operative is that I end up learing stuff that other people wish I didn't. That's like I know certain things about YOUR past that you can trust me to keep secret, but do exist."
Carson looked at DeVirgo with blood in her eye. "I don't know what you're talking about," she denied vehemently, while the look on her face said she was lying.
Max grinned. "Don't worry, it's safe. And so am I, so you can take your hand off that blaster. There are too many backups in case something ... untoward should happen to me. How do you think I still maintain good relations with the cannibals, for God's sake?"
He closed his eyes, thinking back.
The unlikely couple came to his office door. "Suffice it to say, Esther, that George Graves impregnated a young lady who was betrothed to the son of a member of Parliament. Said woman gave birth to a daughter about 8 months after the marriage, and one of the reasons George was kicked out of the BAF was because the MP could tell that his new grandaughter didn't look like anyone in their family, but DID look remarkably like the dashing young pilot from Bretonia."
"George was reinstated during the troubles, and that's when he ... well, got his balls shot off, quite literally, and that's why he publicly doesn't have kids. That's also how he won his knighthood, too, in case you were wondering. In the meantime, his 'daughter' ended up marrying someone she shouldn't have, and with entirely too much questionable history - but that's what her legal grandfather had arranged, damn him. And of course, after the air car crash, young Carly is genetically now George's only living heir. Her 'brother' is her half-brother, and is only looking for her to put her in a mental institution and have her declared unfit, because then HE stands to inherit the MacArthur family fortune."
Esther looked at DeVirgo like he had three heads. "You expect me to believe this bit of soap opera trash?"
Max opened the door to his office. "Amazing how video writers can never quite create anything quite as tangled as what real life can bring us, isn't it?"