Set Me Free, After Three Days In The Ground

[justcallmefee]

When Fi left Michael's place at 5am, she'd been intent on going home to sleep in her own bed.  She still smelled vaguely of accelerant, her hair was singed, and her nerves were well and truly fried.  Michael's little melt down didn't help clear matters up.

It occurred to her that life in a war zone was far easier to deal with.   Get up.  Get moving

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[miami_axe]

Sam sidles in next to her, a beer cradled in one hand. His shirt is obnoxious, as usual.

"What was the name of that guy, again?"

[justcallmefee]

Fiona does her best not to choke on her drink. She left Sam back in Miami. No, wrong Sam. This is Milliway's Sam. (Funny that the other Sam didn't even mention the Bar.)

She gives him a look. "'That guy.' Sam, you're going to have to be a little bit more specific than that."

[miami_axe]

"Some European assassin, I think?" Sam says. "I was supposed to keep an eye out for him? It's been bothering me ever since, cause I can't quite remember the damn name."

[justcallmefee]

"Oh right. Jan something. He's Czech."

She takes another sip of her drink and studies his face.

"Why?"

[miami_axe]

"Just forgot the name, that's all," Sam says with a shrug. "I got a little too hammered after our talk. Felt like a bad agent."

[justcallmefee]

Fi gives him the and-you-call-yourself-a-professional glare.

"Jan Haseck. You want I should write it down for you?"

[miami_axe]

Sam shrugs. He still isn't sure his whole 'informant from the future' thing really is a great idea.

"I think I can remember it, this time," he says. "You just have a date with a bomb or something?"

[justcallmefee]

Fi sighs. "House was rigged. Pressure plate under the carpet. Had to bust out a window to get out before the flames got too bad." She dumps a piece of melted sooty plastic on the bar. "It ruined my phone."

This last bit seems to be the most upsetting to her.

[miami_axe]

"Hell, looks like I'm the one buying the drinks, today," Sam says. "Wasn't the Libyans catching up to you, was it?"

[justcallmefee]

"Nah, I was looking into something for Michael."

At that name, she looks down into her drink, poking at a piece of fruit with her straw. She almost looks girlish for a moment.

[miami_axe]

"Looks like he owes you a drink," Sam says. "What'll you have, in the meantime?"

[justcallmefee]

Fi rolls her eyes, rather than actually appear touched. "I'm drinking Tequila Sunrises this morning. Seemed appropriate. Anyway, catch me up with you."

[miami_axe]

"Not much," Sam says. "It's only been a couple days. No explosions, no developments. Pretty standard stuff."

[justcallmefee]

"Good. Enjoy it while it lasts. I was thinking about it, and I think I shouldn't tell you too much. Other than you're still alive in 2009, so just -- do what you do."

[miami_axe]

"Well, that's a relief," Sam says. "I was starting to think you were trying to save my life or something."

[justcallmefee]

"Who knows? Maybe I am."

Her expression is typical Fi, half playful, half mad.