> Lucy
> The last several weeks had been somewhat blurry for Lucrezia de Vere.
> Darien Fawkes, whom Lucy had met previously on several rather unusual
> occasions, had gone AWOL from his 'handlers'. Finally. And she had, at
> the time of this revelation, been planning something she rather hoped
> would cement a nice reputation for her among the academic world. There
> had been some quite interesting rumors floating around the more cultured
> side of her profession about a certain foundation based out of San
> Francisco, The Luna Foundation, and what they kept. The details, at least
> when she first heard them, had all sounded rather patchy. But now, now
> they sounded extraordinary. So, of course, she welcomed the unforeseen
> revelation about Darien and his sudden absence from the Agency. He was a
> highly adept thief to begin with, but he did have other...talents...
> which she valued even more.
>
> Lucy pulled into Golden Gate Park, her mind distracted by the thought of
> a new associate. She had resisted the idea at first, but after Darien's
> explanation of Miss Daniel's genii, she came to the conclusion it would
> be in their best interests to go along with it. There was always room for
> more expertise, especially in this case. She raised the roof of the
> convertible, opened the door and stepped out in time to hear Darien's
> quip about the blue BMW. Lucy was in no mood for this, not after having
> to put up with him all the way from San Diego. She glared at him briefly,
> only long enough to send him a message. Not that it would change
> anything, he had gotten used to her 'looks' by now. Straightening her
> pant suit and drawing herself in against the crisp night air, she
> followed Darien into the park until she spotted what she believed to be
> Jamie. Nodding to Darien, Lucy began to approach the girl. "Miss Daniels,
> I presume?" She asked, her aristocratic accent at it's most impeccable.
Jamie
Woah there tiger!! I thought as I clocked the plumy accent. I barely
contained the giggle that was desperate to escape my lips, she really was
too much. I jumped down from the bench, landing square in front of her and
looking up with a flash of defiance in my eyes, "got that right," I told her
tilting my head to take a good look at her companion. Man, what was I
getting myself into here? I'd gotten into this deal because it had sounded
intriguing, not to mention I coulda used a coupla bucks lining my pockets,
but looking at this pair I was starting to wonder if there was any fun to be
had at all...I mean dood, they were way past party age! And judging by the
way the woman was talking I doubted she'd ever seen the inside of a
club...at least one not without a golf theme. "So what gives?" I asked,
brushing my hair out of my eyes, and resting my hand on my hips.
