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• He was still watching her quietly, smoking as he walked down the beach, clad to the nines in his suit still - though his shirt was untucked, tie loosened and pants cuffed up - he still stuck out pretty well. She didn't seem like a dangerous threat to national security, but one could never make rash judgements. His eye stayed on her closely - watching her for any hints, clues as to who she was and why she was involved with Defranco. (NT) -- Brette, 23:12:53 07/21/04 Wed

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• It took a while for her to notice him - she had had that feeling of being watched for some time, but hadn't been too concerned, and searched for the source only after she turned and was strolling back down the beach towards her stuff again. A brow cocked as she spotted the red glow of his cigarette before she took him in carefully yet easily, fingers tucking into her back pockets. Some girls may have been uneasy to run into a strange man late in the evening out there, yet she was merely intrigued. (NT) -- Dominique, 23:18:35 07/21/04 Wed

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• He didn't say anything but a lazy smile crossed his face. He was never overly rude - but aloof would be a good word to describe him. His eyes took her in slowly, mind working over everything he knew analytically deciphering was was applicable and what wasn't. (NT) -- Brett, 23:20:31 07/21/04 Wed

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• Lips pursing a touch, she slowed to a stop just a small step or two from him - easily upfront, almost to the point of being abrasive. She was a woman of few fears. "Can you talk? Or you just stare and smile like an idiot?" (NT) -- Dominique, 23:24:29 07/21/04 Wed

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• He cocked a brow, tilting his head. "I can talk. Some people just tend to talk to much." His eyes narrowed, wondering if that was going to be a problem with her - it seemed like it would be already. (NT) -- Brett, 23:27:09 07/21/04 Wed

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• She had a tendacy to be one of those people - out-spoken and opinionated, she often opened her mouth before thinking. A small smirk touched her fine lips and she nodded slightly. "Fair enough. What about a name? You got one of those?" (NT) -- Dominique, 23:29:17 07/21/04 Wed

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• "Marc." He lied easily, his head tilting back into normal stance as he took her in. "Do you live around here?" (NT) -- Brett, 23:32:15 07/21/04 Wed

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• "Yessir." She crossed her arms comfortably beneath her chest and met his eyes without any trouble, head tilting delicately. "So what's up? You just enjoying the view or were you hoping for a name, because I have one too." (NT) -- Dominique, 23:35:34 07/21/04 Wed

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• "I know. Your name is Dominique." He smirked lightly, tilting his head and watching her for a brief moment. "What are you doing out so late anyways?" He ran a hand through his mussed hair, his lip between his teeth quietly. (NT) -- Brett, 23:40:07 07/21/04 Wed

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• "How'd you know that? You going through my stuff?" A brow cocked once again as she tipped her chin up a touch and eyed him. "I'm walking, there some sort of law against that?" (NT) -- Dominique, 23:41:49 07/21/04 Wed

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• He shook his head with another lazy smile. "Nope..." He tilted his head, looking around. "Shouldn't your boyfriend be around here somewhere looking out for you?" (NT) -- Brett, 23:44:35 07/21/04 Wed

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• She frowned a touch - more out of confusion than fear. "Is this when I admit to you, my stalker, that my boyfriend is no where near to take care of me, and then you drag me off to your car and rape me?" (NT) -- Dominique, 23:47:07 07/21/04 Wed

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• "Your to trusting for your own good." He frowned, definately not getting the super villian vibe from her. "Do you know where your boyfriend is?" His voice was short and questioning, always directly to the point. (NT) -- Brett, 23:56:01 07/21/04 Wed

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• "Yeah, I do. And that's none of your business." She didn't really know where her boyfriend was at - he always told her something about where he was going, though she often doubted it was truth. (NT) -- Dominique, 23:58:46 07/21/04 Wed

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• "Really, Dominque, everything is my business." He tilted his head, reaching into his inside pocket and flipping out his wallet - flashing his ID that identified him as Brett Holden CIA. "I just had a few questions for you Ms. Shaw. The more you coroporate the easier this will go." (NT) -- Brett, 00:03:48 07/22/04 Thu

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• She laughed outright at him and shook her head a touch, brows raising in amusement - this was too much like something out of a movie. "Cute.. You pick that up at the dollar store?" (NT) -- Dominique, 00:05:31 07/22/04 Thu

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• His jaw set - immediatly going into work mode but still managed to look pretty relaxed. He shifted to casually push back his coat jacket to reveal the government issued gloc that rested in a shoulder harness, his eyes on her. "Does it look like I picked it up at the dollar store?" (NT) -- Brett, 00:06:58 07/22/04 Thu

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• She frowned at that and tightened her arms around herself, glancing past him to where her stuff - including her cell phone, though she didn't know what it could do for her - remained up the beach. "Alright, I get the picture. What's this all about?" (NT) -- Dominique, 00:08:57 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Lets walk." He could tell she was getting nervous so he started moving casually towards her things, just to set her at ease. "Basic stuff first. Can you tell me your name and birthdate?" Just for verification. (NT) -- Brett, 00:12:20 07/22/04 Thu

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• "You know my name." She stated and started back towards her things - a little more withdrawn now than when she had first run into him. "May 27, '83. This is dumb. What's going on?" (NT) -- Dominique, 00:15:22 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Where were you born Dominique?" He questioned easily, his hands in his pockets as they walked slowly. His eyes moved around as if he was just on a leisurely stroll but he was really completely focused on her. (NT) -- Brett, 00:16:42 07/22/04 Thu

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• Even the ocean breeze was warm, but she pulled her light hoodie on anyway and then crossed her arms back under her chest, her purse tucked beneath one arm. "You suck at this - ask a whole lot of questions but answer none." (NT) -- Dominique, 00:19:05 07/22/04 Thu

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• "I know. It's my job. Sorry." he didn't sound very apolagetic now. "So anyways, come on now, make this easy on me. Where were you born?" (NT) -- Brett, 00:23:07 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Why does that matter?" Despite the apology, he didn't sound apologetic, and that ticked her off - made her less willing to be cooperative, why would she want to make things easier for him when he wouldn't tell her anything that was going on? (NT) -- Dominique, 00:24:38 07/22/04 Thu

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• He nearly growled in frustration he would rather work with a 50 year old terrorist then a 20 year old girl any day. "Just answer the questions please. I am really trying to do this the easy way on you, just talking to me instead of getting called into the police station or worse a court room. So just coroporate." (NT) -- Bret, 00:26:14 07/22/04 Thu

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• "I'll tell you, if you tell me why it matters?" She repeated and stopped walking, chin tipping up defiantly - she was no pushover. He could have told her that it mattered because it was procedure, and she would have been satisfied that she had won the battle. (NT) -- Dominique, 00:28:05 07/22/04 Thu

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• "It's just a routine question, thats all. There's certain protocol that has to be followed and this part of it." He cocked a brow. "So where were you born Dominique?" (NT) -- Brett, 00:30:54 07/22/04 Thu

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• "New Orleans." She answered as soon as he gave her the reason, and eyed him squarely, lips gently pursed as she looked him over curiously. This all seemed so surreal, she wondered if she hadn't had a few too many drinks at the bar tonight and was passed out on her boyfriend's couch, dreaming. (NT) -- Dominique, 00:34:43 07/22/04 Thu

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• He was a good looking man but he carried such a powerful auroa that it sometimes over threw his attractiveness. "New Orleans....do you still talk to anyone from New Orleans?" He tilted his head to lgance at her briefly. (NT) -- Brett, 00:35:57 07/22/04 Thu

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• She had noticed his visual appeal and was just continually inspecting him - easily looking past his tough guy demeanor. "My parents - on birthdays and Christmas." That was it - she'd left after graduation and had drifted away from her high school friends especially after she'd met Luca. (NT) -- Dom, 00:40:34 07/22/04 Thu

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• He nodded a bit, taking that in and planning to check New Orleans school records "Great, alright now where did you move after you left New Orleans?" (NT) -- Brett, 00:43:10 07/22/04 Thu

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• Her brows furrowed gently - she really wasn't liking all these questions, but it was far easier to answer them then argue with him. "Miami. Are you just about finished yet? I'd like to get going home." (NT) -- Dominique, 00:47:30 07/22/04 Thu

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• He shook his head. "Almost, not quite though. Are you cold?" His brow furrowed, looking down at her and looking like more then just a interviewer - a concerned man instead looking down at her. (NT) -- Brett, 00:48:37 07/22/04 Thu

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• "No, I want to go home." She repeated adamantly, a small frown creasing her pretty, young features as she watched him - it was too late for him to start to act concerned now, she was unsettled. (NT) -- Dominique, 00:51:42 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Well back to business then shall we?" He tilted his head, thinking back to what they had said. "Miami huh? How long did you live there?" Miami...perfect port right there. (NT) -- Brett, 00:54:06 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Two years. I liked the shopping." She shifted from one foot to the other and pulled her phone from her purse to make sure the ringer was turned on - an interrruption would be welcome, though she knew Luca wouldn't call this late, expecting her to already be in bed asleep waiting until he got home. (NT) -- Dominique, 00:56:20 07/22/04 Thu

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• He nodded again, trying to hurry things up, she was impatient and when people got agitated they tended to withhold valuable details. "Did you have a roommate there or did you live by yourself? Miami is an expensive city." (NT) -- Brett, 00:58:50 07/22/04 Thu

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• She sighed softly, her eyes tracing his features carefully once again. "By myself till I met some people." People being her boyfriend of course, but that wasn't what he had asked. (NT) -- Dominique, 01:00:35 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Yeah? Can I have the names of the people you lived with?" He questioned, tilting his head lightly. "Almost done." (NT) -- Brett, 01:04:01 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Would you object if I said no?" He'd asked her if he could have them - of course he could, but that didn't mean she had to give them. She knew she was being difficult, but he wasn't exactly the most charming guy she'd met. (NT) -- Dominique, 01:06:32 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Yes." He tilted his head. "Tell me the names of those that you lived with in Miami please." he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes on her. (NT) -- Brett, 01:07:58 07/22/04 Thu

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• He brows furrowed and she stood up a little straighter - though was still dwarfed by his much larger frame. "I don't want to." She commented quietly and rubbed her arms lightly as she raised one brow. "Can I go now?" (NT) -- Dom, 01:11:56 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Answer my question and then you can go home." He could easily arrest her for harboring a fugitive but he didn't want to take that route. He'd done a lot of research on her and Difranco and he thought she was a good kid. (NT) -- Brett, 01:15:51 07/22/04 Thu

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• "I've kind of enjoyed this though. So how 'bout you let me go home, get some sleep, then we'll rendez-vous back here, say, tomorrow night, and you can ask me some more questions?" She frowned briefly and just didn't feel right giving out her boyfriend's name to this man. (NT) -- Dominique, 01:18:06 07/22/04 Thu

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• He sighed softly, shaking his head. "Fine, I tried to do this the easy way." He didn't want to do it the other way, and it was obvious on his face. Someone could get hurt if they just stormed the apartment and it would be to easy for DiFranco to get off because they didn't yet have the proper evidence.... (NT) -- Brett, 01:19:29 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Alright, great, I knew you'd come around. One more day won't hurt anything." She patted his arm absently and pulled her carkeys from her purse, though she had a feeling that his 'fine' hadn't meant 'fine, tomorrow works'. "Tomorrow? Same place, same time?" (NT) -- Dominique, 01:22:16 07/22/04 Thu

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• He grabbed her arm in return, before he looked down at her. "You have to listen to me on this at least Ms. Shaw." He looked down at her intently. "Do not, under any circumstances, tell anyone you spoke with me tonight." (NT) -- Bret, 01:23:55 07/22/04 Thu

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• She pulled her arm gently but firmly away from him, brows furrowing deeply at that, voice softening uneasily at his intense seriousness. "Yeah, okay, won't tell anyone..." (NT) -- Dominique, 01:25:49 07/22/04 Thu

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• He nodded at that, shifting to let her go and then lean down to uncuff his pants, button up the cuffs of his shirt and tucking it in before he buttoned the middle button of his jacket despite the heat. "Drive safe." (NT) -- Brett, 01:27:24 07/22/04 Thu

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• "Yeah, sure." Frowning at him once more, she lingered there a moment and then stepped back into her flip-flops and moved a couple steps up the beach towards her car. (NT) -- Dominique, 01:30:06 07/22/04 Thu

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• He watched to make sure she got to her car safely - he wasn't the only watching her and he knew it - he just didn't know where they were. (NT) -- Brett, 01:32:45 07/22/04 Thu

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• A light shiver shook down her spine as she settled into her car and took a final look at him before locking her doors and starting the engine to head home - unsure what had really just happened out there... (NT) -- Dominique, 01:34:27 07/22/04 Thu

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• He sighed gently, letting her go before he gazed out around the area - eyes surveying where she had been before. (NT) -- Brett, 01:36:10 07/22/04 Thu