#fenixtj

Jessica dials the nightclub.

BIC: He come sout after her "Are you mad? There's a gang war on"

She covers the speaker. "I'm in the courtyard, not the street."

"fINE.. " a bit of a hiss between teeth "But I'll be over there out of earshot but in sight"

She.... rolls her eyes.

"aggrivating woman" he mutters while she calls

(Sorry, lunch stop)

"Hello, may I speak with.... um. Oh, Mr. Stodgepole?"

Jessica dutifully related the necessary information, and hangs up.

"How did it go?"

"He says he'll work on it, give him a week."

"Where is this guy stationed?"

"Kansas city." With a look that speaks volumes.

"Interesting" He says, speculative.

Jessica grunts, looking like her mother.

"what?" A casual shrug, but part of the problem with being a 'bad boy' is you dont' do innocent well

"Well. No point in worrying about it."

"Of course" a nod

"Right. I need to patrol and then get started on the next batch to send up north."

"Wait, there's a lock down, gang members shooting, you want everyone ELSE to 'lay low' but YOU are going out on patrol?" Arched brow

"Of course."

"Then you shouldn't go alone" he states factually

"I wont."

"Fine. " A pause then "Would you allow me to go with you?"

The phrasing of the request catches her attention. She considers it.

A sigh. "I'm still ticked, Duff."

"I gathered" He says "I'm still unrepentant, Jessica."

"Right. Maybe right now isnt the best time. Maybe some cool-down time is best."

"If you need it," He nods and takes a step back "Do you or your escort need a bullet proof vest? "

"No, I don't think so.

"All right. I wish you safe patrol" He turns to leave her be

She nods. "I'd say be safe, but... Talk to you later, Duff."

A nod and.. gone.

Jessica goes to see if Demos or Phobos wants to go on patrol.

Demos is "Wow, you are bonkers..." He's always been less docile than his brother, "Yeah, I'll go with you. Phobos is losing his street edge and you need that if we get a gang's attention." "Fuck you," Phobos replies to his brother..//Demos gets a coat, not a bullet proof vest, but she notices a few thicker pads woven in the duster.

"We don't want attention, Demos. Low profile."

He grunts and switches to more standard outfit "Okay."

Jessica arms herself and they head out. No armor.

And... into the real world, a world where dreams are luxuries that some consider a weakness.

Jessica is looking to see how bad the war actually is.