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[cptcharisasosa]

The days seemed to just blend one into the next. Late nights answering to Decker bleeding into a morning in front of the review board with only a nap at her desk in between. Deep down she had the treasonous thought that it was all intentional but the good soldier she'd always been just swallowed those thoughts, throwing herself more deeply into her

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[encom_flynn]

Charisa had been on Sam’s mind ever since they met that night at the bar. It was rare he spoke to others. Sam would often keep himself to himself and not give a shit unless it concerned him but he looked over and saw her deep in thought like that, something made him talk to her. He’d handed out his business card and offered to help with her decision on leaving the military but Sam didn’t expect a call

[cptcharisasosa]

She'd taken her time, walking rather than catching a cab. Another thought if she retired, get another vehicle or accept she'd be out of the country too much to bother with it. A million thoughts racing through her mind, none of which she'd wanted to consider before now and yet had no choice. One way or another, likely sooner than later, she was going to be a civilian again.

Wearing low slung jeans and a silken babydoll top with a high scoop neck and no back, she paused to look at the bike on the curb. Admiring the Ducati with a keen eye, she slipped from the yellowish pool of the street light and into the dark shadows of the bar. Allowing her eyes to adjust, she looked over the tables for a sign of Sam before working her way to the bar.

Spotting a profile she recognized, not just from the meeting but a bit of research online, Charisa slipped up beside Sam. "So, I invite you here and I'm late. How horrible is that?"

[encom_flynn]

By the time she got there Sam was playing with the label on his Budweiser and glancing over the beers ingredients not really giving a shit. It wasn’t until he heard the familiar voice that was left on his machine that Sam’s frown turned into a smile and he looked up at her.

“Late? This is my forth beer.” The smirk gave away he was teasing. Sam had that cheeky smile that was fortunate enough to pull off sarcasm. “Gotta admit I was surprised to get your call. I thought the next time I’d see you you’d be marching into my building demanding to see James Bond gadgets and wondering if M is stored in my basement.”

“What you having to drink?”

[cptcharisasosa]

"Damn, what I get for having second thoughts,' she said, smiling though the humor never quite reached her eyes. "The truth? I thought about it, but I worried about just showing up at your place of business with the shit I'm going through. If I end up in the brig, you don't need the relation of me just barging in and begging to play with the toys," she admitted, folding her arms on the bar and half turning to face him.

"A beer's fine, though now I want to know about M." She gave him a speculative look. "Are you looking to replace her with me? I don't have the voice for it."