Dangerous things come in pretty packages

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Sherry Birkin sat in her jeep a moment. It had been five years since she had even attempted to be near people. She was pretty sure she had lost any tails that would have been watching her a year back, since there had been nothing whenever she had to actually go into public.

According to the world she had died over ten years ago anyway.

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Martini was walking by the door when he heard a knock. There had been so many new people lately, that frankly, he wasn't sure if he could handle another one. He was already thinking he'd have to fill out a chart to keep everyone straight in his head. But there was no one else around to answer, so he opened up, munching on a package of overly sugared fruit snacks as he did so.

There was a blonde with short hair standing there, a leather backpack slung over one shoulder. Mark smiled warmly at her."Greetings and salutations. What's your name, favorite color, and would you like a Fruit Gusher?" He offered the package to Sherry. Surprisingly, this was one of his more normal and lucid greetings.

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When she saw the man at the door she smiled at him. His questions threw her off, for two reasons, they were rattled off all at once.

"Huh, Sherry Birkin, purple, and no thanks." She thought a moment. "I'm supposed to meet with a Scott Summers? At least that's what the message I was given said." The place smelled healthy, it seemed so strange to her since most of her life she had been around the very thing that had made her. Didn't help that there didn't seem to be any military around. "This place really safe?" It if got dangerous, she did have a gun hidden at the small of her back, the clip in her front pocket. She didn't feel like she needed it though.

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"My name's Martini, I like green, and guess there's more for me then." He popped another of the fruit snacks into his mouth as he let Sherry in and closed the door behind her. He considered both her questions. "Scott's 'round here someplace. You'll bump into him if he doesn't find ya first."

He nodded fervently at her second question. Martini was used to living on the streets, which were barely tolerable at the best of times. "Safest place I've known in a very long time. And that's saying something."

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Sherry chuckled a little. "Then looks like I may be in good company."