> > "Parker's... You might need to keep them coming." He points at the > > 'hidden' note. "Got stood up today, and this is from the girl. > > Haven't read it yet, so I might need to put out the flames... > > Thanks." > >"Sorry to hear that, sweetie." she says pulling a long face, "But any >girl that'd stand up a hunk like you doesn't deserve you." > >Then with a wink and a swing of her hips she leaves the table to see to >her other patrons. He lifts his glass to her retreating back, "Thanks." > > > Then positioning the beer mug and bowl to block the view from > > > others he spreads the note out and looks at it. > > > > > > The note is handwritten in pen. It looks hurried and Woof can tell > > > that the hand that wrote it was either shaky or it was written on a > > > shaky surface. Woof has seen Lessa's writing only a few times, but > > > to his eye it looks like her's, and the signature at the bottom > > > confirms his thought by being signed..."Lessa." > > > > Woof sips the beer, then inhales deeply, the weight of everything > > pressing down on his shoulders. Life and death kind of things, here, > > and not like the raging flood waters or rampaging bulls on Sequi, > > either. Bullets. Hits. Politics... He takes another deep breath, > > and focuses. > > > > > Woof reads... > > > > > > Woof, > > > > > > I'm innocent. I didn't kill Jim or plant that bomb. I swear! I > > > won't blame you if you just tear this note up, but don't know who > > > else to turn to. I need your help. > > > > > > If you'll even consider helping me, meeting with me, go to > > > midnight mass at the Church of the Holy Redeemer on Hawkins Street. > > > > > > Please, don't desert me, please! > > > > > > Lessa > > > > He folds the note and slips it in his shirt pocket. Hawkins Street. > > He thinks about how far it is, and then checks the time. > >He has a couple of hours still and he knows the Church of the Holy >Redeemer on Hawkins Street is only three blocks away. > > > He sips the beer. Easy to walk away from this... No it isn't. But > > what would he do for her? Can't do anything at all. He sips the > > beer. Easy to walk away from this... Except he knows himself. > > > > He won't desert her. Noblesse Oblige and all that. "What have you gotten into?" he asks quietly, "and how can I help?" He muses. He'll probably have the bar call a cab for him so he doesn't use his comm, then have it wait at the church while he goes in... If she's not been followed, he could probably get her to the port and aboard the Mae Lee... He drinks the beer, but he doesn't guzzle it. Doesn't want a buzz going if he's got to be thinking... He watches the vid if its on... Woof
