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Cpl. Jake Jensen (i_chatter) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-11-25 16:49:00

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jake jensen, logan echolls

Muzak is good for the soul (open)
"...whoa." Jensen looked around himself at the kind of posh, upscale shopping center. There were more than a couple of reasons he was out of place. The least of which was the pink Petunias tshirt he was wearing, but it could be the gun he had in his hand, the comm headset in his ear. Y'know. The little things. Hastily he tucked the gun into his pants in the small of his back and touched the button on the comm bud. "Clay. Clay it's Jensen and this really isn't funny. Clay?"

He gave his best charming smile to a middle aged woman who was walking by giving him the stink eye and replayed the last twenty minutes of his life. Miami. Shipyards. A drug cartel expecting a shipment of the latest product, a portion of the proceeds of which were finding their way into certain state government officials. But the last expected payment had gone awry (Thank you, Jensen. Oh, you're very welcome! No, really. That redirection of funds by scattering it into the public school systems of Miami-Dade county was the most beautiful piece of genius we have ever seen. Stop it! You're embarrassing me!) so the governor himself was going to be at the docks to meet the shipment to find out why. Threats to be delivered and all that. Meanwhile the Losers were set up to take down both the drug runners and expose the governor.

There was a sleek black car. A forklift moving a load of cargo boxes. Some south of the border looking men, a well dressed white bread guy getting out of the car and it was show time. Jensen and Pooch moved into position. Pooch went around the freight container first then Jensen...only when he rounded the corner he came out from a set of planters with artfully trimmed topiary trees, gun aimed on some socialites out buying new shoes with price tags in the triple digits. To say Jensen was confused would be a mild understatement.

"...Clay?"

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	i_chatter 2011-11-26 08:04 pm UTC (link)
	This time a little bit of incredulous disbelief entered his expression and he shook his head a little bit. "Call for air support and extraction. Once upon a time back in a magical place called Kitty Hawk they built this nifty new contraption called an airplace." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_didntdoit 2011-11-26 08:24 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh gee, why didn't I think of that? So glad you're here to save us all." Logan said sarcastically. "There is no flying out of here. Doesn't work that way." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_chatter 2011-11-26 08:33 pm UTC (link)
	"Well I don't know, Logan." He blatantly looked Logan up and down in open judgment. "No offense but you're sporting the Abercrombie look too much to lead me to believe that your grandest strategy scheme has risen above bar hopping." He smiled. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_didntdoit 2011-11-26 08:40 pm UTC (link)
	Logan shrugged. He didn't exactly take offense to that. "Trust me when I say that a few weeks here, you'll be bar hopping too. This place screws with your head." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_chatter 2011-11-26 09:00 pm UTC (link)
	His brows lifted as he shrugged in return, a self-depricating smile forming. "I don't think anyone would notice a difference in me really." He chuckled then rubbed at the back of his head, looking around. "So...The City. This is...I need intel." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_didntdoit
2011-11-26 09:15 pm UTC (link)

Logan laughed.

"Good luck with that." He handed over a Caritas card. "When you're ready for that drink, feel free to drop in."

He had given the guy plenty to go on to start with, but he wasn't exactly intel-guy when it came to the City or anywhere else. If anything, that was Veronica's department. And if Veronica hadn't found a way out of here, then he was fairly confident that there wasn't one.

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	i_chatter 2011-11-26 09:21 pm UTC (link)
	"I didn't say I didn't want a drink." He took the card, turned it around then tucked it into his back pocket. "Tell me where I can get some wifi connection. Library maybe?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_didntdoit 2011-11-27 02:01 am UTC (link)
	"Might want to try Starbucks," Logan suggested. "Though the library would probably have it too. I wouldn't know." He wasn't much of a reader, after all. And he had better things to do than sit on the internet in a library. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_chatter 2011-11-27 02:19 am UTC (link)
	He turned in place with his PDA looking for a signal. "What, you don't pirate porn off of an open broadband like everybody else?" There weren't many strong connections in this immediate location. Stupid open air shopping center. "So about that bar?" He raised his brows and looked at Logan. "Do they have cable or satellite tv?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_didntdoit 2011-11-27 02:23 am UTC (link)
	Logan shook his head and laughed. "No, some of us have private internet for our porn collection. And girlfriends, so less of a need for the porn altogether." He raised an eyebrow at the question about what the bar had to offer. "Satellite TV. Why?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_chatter
2011-11-27 02:41 am UTC (link)

He looked solidly at Logan for a moment as if he'd sprouted a third eye. "Yeah right. Nobody needs porn but we all go there anyway." He put his hand on the other man's shoulder in mock seriousness. "Deny it to me if you must, but brother." He choked on the last word and gripped his shoulder more. "Don't deny it to yourself. Admitting it is the first step of acceptance."

He grinned and let go of Logan's shoulder. "Satellite you say? Perfect. Lead on."

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