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Vendetta · (This post was last modified: 08-17-2016, 05:47 AM by Vendetta.)

A Dinner on Cambridge

As evening began to descend upon Cambridge, Joshua Hunt and Sapphire Raven would've landed in a Prosecutor and Scimitar. They'd hurry through the streets towards the single floor bungalow that Raven owns on the outskirts to prepare for an upcoming dinner they had organized. A message would arrive on Geoff Enfield's private communicator, giving a time and location of the restaurant, leaving approximately an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready. He notified Zeal, and the two began their preparations.

Hunt & Raven

Hunt walked over to the coffee table and set a large bag down on it, as well as a dress box, which he opened for Raven. He unzipped the duffel bag and removed a folded suit and some small holsters. "So, fallback contingency?" He asked her. "I honestly have no idea. But do remember we're in public. Maybe you shouldn't be as paranoid. " Raven walks over to grab the dress box, holding it under her arm. "Why - do you think he's going to pull something?" She asked, looking at the bag. "I don't know. Maybe? You always say have a plan, just in case. Maybe I'm just nervous." He dug through the bag some more. She chuckles, "Ohhhnooo - what is he going to do? Squirt oil in your eyes?" Hunt chuckled at the comment. "Heh. He could be thinking the same thing." Raven grabbed her pistol from its holster. "Okay, if we get raided by gangsters or something wacky, I'll keep a gun in my bag. If not, then the ladies will be guest invitations. " - She raises her arms and fists up. "Madam. " Hunt shook his head, smiling. "Pfffsch. You are better than me at hand to hand anyway. I'll keep one around my ankle." Hunt holds up a holster, brandishing the small, plasma pistol inside. Hunt collects one of the holsters and his suit. "Right. I suppose we should shower and get ready." He walked over to Raven and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Shall we?" He asked, looking towards her. "You've alerted him, right?" Hunt nodded in response. "Yeah. We've got an hour and ten minutes to get ready and get there."

"Good. It gives me more than enough time to look like a normal person, and to check out my eye. I'll uh, go in firstly. " They would make their way to the bedroom, spending their time cleaning, applying medical goods to the injured area of the eye. When finally done, she would get dressed and apply basic makeup to cover any injuries whilst adding some fundamental beauty. She awaits in the living room of her home, awaiting for a call, or for Hunt to finish. Hunt went in after to clean up and shave. He dawned a simple black suit with a blue undershirt, strapping the PP12 holster to his ankle and pulling his pant leg down to prevent it from being seen. He adjusted his collar and ran a hand through his hair. Eventually, he exited the bedroom and approached the living room. He looked towards Raven.

"Wow." Hunt stared at Raven, examining her. "What? Did my injury get worse?" She asked, reaching up to her eye. "No-no." Hunt examined Raven in the silver and blue dress which was slotted at the front and sides he had gotten her on Honshu several weeks ago. "You look beautiful." He said. "O-oh. " rubbing her neck slightly, "I suppose I... feel like a normal person?" - She would feel uncomfortable as dresses weren't really within her attire. After all, they are a wild animal in a dress, in some sense. Hunt smiled at her. "You look fantastic." He walked over and sat down on the sofa, adjusting his boots and the holster again, ensuring it was concealed. Hunt checked his PD on his wrist to see if he had received a notice, and to check the time.

Geoff & Zeal

"And what, no guns?" Zeal is sitting on the couch, wearing a long dark-blue dress and high heels, her silver hair tied up into a bun, legs crossed. She's flicking through the TV channels as Enfield is dressing up in a slim navy-blue suit, combing his hair in front of the mirror to be presentable. "I'm taking one, just one." Brushing himself off any fluff or dust. Zeal looks around, looking at him up and down. "A gun would bulge out of that thing... Where are you hiding it?" Zeal asked. "Compact laser deluxe..." She seems a little concerned. "You sure it won't go off if you sit down?" Geoff pauses for a moment, as he's trying to straighten his Winsor tie. His phone vibrates in his pocket, he takes it out and reads the message. "Whatever, we need to head off, we only have 10 minutes, take the motorbike, we can cut through traffic then." Zeal gets up immediately and grabs the keys from the wall. "Watch the puddles and don't mess up my dress. You paying by account or cards?" "Account, told the agency I'd be with my parents... Cambridge and all."

They both walk out to the garage with two other vehicles covered by a dust cover, the walk to a storage closet with bike gear: Jackets, gloves and helmets. As they're both putting on the jackets and gloves, Zeal is about to put on her helmet. "Wait." Enfield holds her helmet, stopping her for a brief moment. "What?" She asked, giving Geoff a quizzical look. "You... You'll never cease to amaze me... You look good." She doesn't respond much except for a kiss before putting on the helmet, Enfield following her actions. Bike gear on, Enfield mounts the drivers seat while Zeal rides as the back passenger, holding onto Enfield's waist. "Don't get any ideas." She jested. "I try not to before bed." He slots the key into the ignition and enabling the electric drive, and speeding off towards the city center.

Hunt & Raven

"Oh, better idea." she stands up, going to her bedroom. Shortly, she would emerge out wearing a small blue beret with her hair tied up, "Better, right?" Hunt looked up from his PD. "I like it." He smiled. "We should start heading out though." He stood up and walked over to her right side, offering out an arm. "May I escort the beautiful Bird to dinner?" He said with a smirk. Raven grabbed her bag, checking if her arm mounted device was on properly, putting her sleeve over it, "Sure. Let's go be sociable people." - Raven would take his arm. "I'm sure you remember the way, right?" She asked, looking towards Hunt. "Mhm. It's where we first ate together." Hunt walked to the door with her and held it open so she could exit the small bungalow. Raven stepped out, past the door frame, gawking up to the sky. "Moderate day. At least it's not raining. " Hunt looked up for a brief moment. "Yup." Hunt walked out beside her and closed the door as he left. The two resumed their arm lock and began to walk towards the city.

Geoff & Zeal

Slowly cruising around the city block, they keep looking side by side. "Here..." After lines and lines of cars they finally find a bike parking spot. They slowly edge the bike closer to a lock-rail. Taking off their jackets and gloves, putting them in the seat compartment and locking their helmets with the bike and rail. "Right, should just be a walk down here." As he locks his bike up, she tugs him down the street.

High heels and oxford shoes tapping as they walk down the street. Zeal suddenly stops, gripping Enfields arm all of a sudden. "Ow, ow, ow! Grip!" She lets go quickly, but she seems overcome by something. "Geoff, I completely forgot!" She said. "What...?" He asked slowly in response. "I'm a freaking android... I normally cover up..." Zeal continued. "Oh..." She starts panicking, she stamps her feet gently, flapping her hands with her wrists, fanning her face while whining. "Hey! Hey... Just pretend you are. like... A body guard. Something out of those cheap Kishiro labs. Its, now or never... And I hate never." He wraps Zeal under his arm, hugging her as they're making their way there . She does nothing else but walk with him while putting her arm around his back, resting her head on him as they continue to the restaurant.

Hunt & Raven

Looking towards Hunt, turning around the last corner of the path, nearing the destination, "You know, for once, you don't look like a jackass. Heh. " He chuckles as they approach the entrance to the restaurant. "You always did like me in suits." He smiled towards her. "That's a possibility. Maybe. Perhaps. " She looks away briefly, then back at him, "Possibly. " He smirked and lightly tapped her nose with the tip of his finger. "The word you're looking for is 'definitely' my dear." They passed through the doors and approached the host, who guided them in to the restaurant and to a table which sat four. Hunt pulled out a chair and gestured to Raven. "Why thank you, Sir 'Hunt' not-a-Knight. " Raven sits down in the chair, staring at him with a smirk. "Now, we play the waiting game." She said. "Yup." Hunt pulled out the chair beside hers and sat down. A waiter drone brought over four menus and placed them alongside some cutlery wrapped in napkins.

The Dinner

They make their way into the restaurant holding hands, walking up to the booking desk. "Ehem- Booking for four, /Hunt/ I think?" The host looks at him, then at the silver female figure behind him. "Four? Are we waiting on one more?" Zeal suddenly grips tighter on his hand. "Gah-! No, specifically made room for my very stunning body guard!" He says audibly, she loses his grip on him, relieving him from pain. "And bring me two glasses of Glengoolie white." The host nods and leads them in to the restaurant. "Very good sir, right this way sir." He said. Noticing the two being guided in, Hunt waved a hand. "Hey."

"Don't mess this up." Zeal Quietly whispered to Enfield, trying to smile at the same time. "Hey, sorry if we're late." Both pulling out the left over chairs and taking a seat. "She took her time trying to look her best for me." Joked Enfield. "Its an effort for someone like me." She chuckles as Enfield picks up the menu taking a read through it. "...Heh. Don't worry, you weren't late." she comments, picking up a menu as well. "It's no bother." Hunt picked up his menu and briefly read through it, despite already knowing his order. "Hm." she wonders to herself, wondering what to order. She leans over to Hunt, querying him, "Whatcha getting?" The waiter returned with the drinks Geoff had requested and set them down. It awaited their orders silently. Hunt turned to Raven. "Roast, side of potatoes, probably a glass of fruit punch or maybe even a soda." Geoff watched the drone deposit the drinks. "I just managed to get out of work yesterday, Bretonian customs had me there a while too, asked if I wanted a diplomatic visa." He takes off his jacket and putting it on the back of his chair, and he places his phone on the table. "/Blue fin tuna cakes/..." Zeal seems to ignore the menu and is sipping her whiskey while watching the bar.

"The joys of Government paperwork at an agency, huh?" Hunt noted to Geoff, setting his menu down. He turned to the drone. "Roast, side of potatoes, aaaand... Fruit punch, please." Raven appeared puzzled by the options, "Hm. Maybe I could go for a roast, but may that'll get a little bland if I order it. Curry? Wait - no - I can't. Damn. Hm. " Hunt turned to Raven. "Fish? Chicken?" He asked. "Screw it. Roast Turkey." she places it down, "Oh, and orange juice." The Drone beeped in compliance, turning to Geoff and Zeal. "I'll take a Blue fin tuna cakes with peppercorn sauce, butter baby potatoes and trimmings." He puts down the menu. Zeal moves the glass away from her mouth to put in her order. "And we'll also have a bottle of twenty-five years, John Trotter single malt." Enfield turns to her, an eyebrow raised. "Its good... Found a bottle in the liner." She said in response to his look. The Drone complied and collected the menus, rushing off towards the kitchen.

"Not much of a drinker myself, heh." she folds her arms on the table slightly, relaxing. Geoff and Zeal both sit there quietly minding themselves. Zeal quietly sipping on her drink, seeing that she may of caught the slight attention of other guests. Enfield has both his hands on his glass of whisky,center to himself and repeatedly tapping his fingers rhythmically on it. "Hphmm, We can't talk about work really can we." He says, putting a slight smirk on his face. "Heh. I suppose I can take this opportunity to apologize for my uh - prodding in the past." Noted Raven. "I am, although she was a lab /incident/ that was slightly... of the strange scale. Best thing that ever happened!" His smile gets bigger, he loosens his tie as he continues talking. "Mother was from the Rhein, Farther was from New-London. its how I got my citizenship in both places. I don't know where they are, last thing I remember telling them after the Military was that they shouldn't worry about me. So I don't need to worry about them." He finished, sipping his drink. "Oh. Huh. My Mother was Bretonian, but my father was from Rheinland." The drone returned and deposited the drinks in front of those who ordered them. Raven examined her glass of orange juice briefly. Hunt nodded as the drone scurried off once more. "I can't really relate to discussions about parents all that well..." Hunt rubbed the back of his neck. "Still staying in the same place, I assume?"

"No, that's why the house is empty." He finishes off his glass of whiskey before pouring a new one along with his companions glass. "Hmm... That means you can apply for citizenship within Rheinland then." Zeal takes a break from her glass of Whiskey to join in the conversation. "Anyway, His parents don't know of me... But all we know is that they're on a retirement Liner somewhere." She added. "/I hope its not the Hawaii/." Spoken into his whiskey glass. "Technically, I could apply." she picks up her glass, taking a small sip. "Though, I wasn't really on the greatest terms with my uh, Rheinlandic side of my family. If anything, I'm a little scared sometimes. He's an agent. We've kind of tried to kill each other so much, it's kind of turned into a game of sorts." She noted. "He wouldn't have a chance this time around." Hunt noted, staring at his glass, contemplating. "Whatever the case... I outrank him too." He sinks into his chair a little, relaxing after getting half way on his second glass.

"Thanks. It makes me feel a little safer in that regard then." she continues to drink, "What made you move to Rheinland?" The drone returned with their meals and set them down in front of everyone. It beeped and zipped off again. "It was originally a science job." Saying as he tucked his napkin into his shirt collar. "A job at the Fenrir labs, involving her and a few of these." He picks up a knife and taps his arm. "Its basically her birth place, came back one day. Place was arsoned, government compensated the staff with several million. None of us ever spoke of it since." Geoff pulled his plate over to himself. "Huh. Sounds interesting, kind of what the I-R-G or Canaan people do." Raven picks up her knives and forks, slowly beginning to eat her food. It was great. It's been a while since she had something that was properly roasted. Hunt quietly picked at his food, not really minding it as his thoughts were elsewhere. Raven looks over to him, wondering something. Raven quietly talks to him, "Are you okay? Did you actually go to sleep last night?" Hunt smiled slightly towards Raven. "I'm fine." He lied, uncomfortable as paranoid thoughts raced through his mind.

"It's still the same job at the agency, only the scale has changed." He takes a slice into his rare blue-fin tuna, taking some trimmings with him too. "But let's get the unimportant topics out the way..." Zeal seems to be eyeing Geoff, interested in his next move. "Tell me something that you've been keeping on your mind recently... Like /Alpha/ for instance." The food stacked onto his fork immediately goes to his mouth while he retains a smirk. Raven continues to eat her dinner, deciding to not cause issues even further. It was troubling her inside, knowing he was lying, hiding something. "Hm? Alpha? Oh - when, I saw the...?" Hunt chuckled at something. "Alpha. The Maltese home defense fleet. Defending Malta by acting on the Offensive, all the way to Theta." He sliced in to his roast. "Heh, yeah, the Crimson Cross were certainly... something." she notes to Hunt after that brief memory. "Are you sure you want to say?" Zeal says as her glass is approaching her lips again. "it's fine... Its nothing big." As he continues to eat away at his main course, scooping some of the sauce from the side of his plate onto his his fish. "We had an arrangement... H-fuel supplies, Consumer goods and some small arms." He refreshes his mouth with a sip from his whiskey glass and rolling an ice cube in his mouth. "Personal jobs, she did them so they weren't tied to the agency." Raven nods. "Ah. That makes sense. "

"In return we got a right of marriage. Under the religion of Nomads unfortunately ... But still an identified state from Bretonian law." He stops half way through his course, wiping each side of his mouth twice . "Now if you'll excuse me I need to use the restroom." He pops his napkin onto the table, and gets up briskly from his seat towards the mens restroom. Leaving his wife on her own with their dinner partners. Raven nods, "Of course." Raven continues to eat her dinner, impaling some vegetables and a slice of turkey meat, happily consuming it, "God - I love these roasts." Hunt scoops some of his roast beef and potatoes together. "Told you we should've come here sooner." Raven chuckled. "Pffft, on special occasion maybe. I wouldn't spoil myself." Taking a brief sip from her glass, putting it down. She asks the remaining guest a question, "How are you finding this night? Boring? Good? Moderate?" A small aura of happiness was surrounding Raven, keeping a positive emotion on display. "It's fine... He's had it rough for the past few weeks, he's been locked inside a bunker for all that time." She waves over the waiter bot, it registers her request and zips over. "A bucket of ice, glass of double gin and tonic and a bottle of Yamizaki Saké twelve years." She places the empty bottle of whiskey onto its tray before it zips away again. "Although you know he was never like this."

"Yeah..." Hunt sighs, resuming the consumption of his meal. "Christ. I guess this is one of those times where he gets a glimpse of fresh air. I cannot imagine it being good for either of you." Zeal nods. "I manage to get clearance into most facilities." She chuckles slightly, putting her hands on her lips as she's trying to not spill her drink out her mouth. "You should of seen him when they put him on probation, kept him doing paperwork at Berlin regional HQ!" Raven chuckled. "Heh. Unlucky." Hunt looks over at Zeal. "What's it like finally having a body of your own? I recall the times where you weren't really... I don't really know the words for it." Hunt asked, unsure if it was offensive or not. "It's fine... It was just a hardlight hologram. not much has changed, it's now mostly just monomers and silicone with a light alloy for a base structure. Lifting heavier objects is easier and I don't weigh as much as a regular person." She curls her hair back, and brushes her dress down, seems to be slightly conscious of her image. "A guy called Wolfgang wissen keeps referring to me as a sex robot." Raven shook her head slightly. "Oh. Urgh. Dirty old Lane Hacker. I don't have too much respect for those... 'people'." Hunt sipped his drink. "Wolfgang..." Enfield comes back from the restroom. Seems to have straightened himself out, tie is back up, sitting up straight but with a friendlier smile on his face. "Back... Much better. Everything alright?" He asked. Hunt nodded. "Mmm. Just talking Lane Hackers."

"Yeah, they're pretty slimy too. Promised to not shoot us - a mutual agreement to not fire on each other. Ends up shooting us anyway." Said Raven. Geoff tucks his napkin back into his shirt. "Ah, creepy bunch they are. Sorry for that outburst. Busy days in the office lately." He starts to dig into his food. "But they're not a good bunch... As much as I've dealt with them before personally, they strike me as a shady bunch." Raven nods in agreement. "Yeah - they really are. I caught some of them before, not really the brightest bunch either." Hunt chimes in. "They've always been shady. Nicole, Bower and Scorpius are who I dealt with on a more personal level. Power cells." Hunt took a bite of his roast. "Oh - you poor thing. You see, in my world, I just take them from people and laugh at them. Or at least, that's what we did in the Core." she chuckles slightly. "They didn't want to give it up, and I didn't have the resources to take it. Paid for it instead."

"Yeah... Power cells." He continues eating his tuna, scraping bits of left over sauce with his potatoes and trimmings. Taking smaller bites from them. "Guess you have a knack for those." Raven took a bite of her food. "I've managed to gather, er - well over ten in my career time. Unfortunately, I was a little devotee to the Core, so I always handed it in to the vault." Hunt sighed, half-way done his meal. "Too bad we don't have access to that vault now." Raven shrugged. "It's okay. Can always gather more, I guess?" Hunt nodded in agreement. "Mhm." Enfield continues to eat away at his fish, ignoring the ongoing conversation. Zeal places her hand closer to the opposite pair. "Ehem..." She nods them closer towards Enfield who seems to be eating slightly faster than usual. "/How about that bounty hunter problem...?/" The android asked. Raven points to a bandage that was on her left eye. "Fresh from today. That's my experience from Bunters." Zeal tilted her head slightly. "Ah, is this within the Liberty area? I'm quite shocked with such a turn of events... How is your group holding up?" Raven shook her head. "Actually. Bretonia. New London. As for our group, eh, I think we're steadily growing, slowly but surely." Hunt nods. "The more people who come to us, the less space we have."

Before Zeal can speak another word, Enfield puts his fork and knife down in the center of his plate that's absent of food completely. "That was absolutely likable... That tuna was smoked fantastically. And the trimmings were steamed to perfection." He removes his napkin again, and puts on his suit blazer. "Right, I'm going to pop out for five minutes. sorry for being absent again." Trying his best to keep a smile on his face, he kisses his companion before walking out the front door out of view, but both windows either side don't show him walking by. "Damn..." Were her only words. "Work, I take it?" Hunt asked. "I know he has an agency career, but he's not at work... Nomads and Order are off the table... I should of said earlier." She pours herself a shot of sake, before shooting it down her mouth instantly. "Long story, don't ask about it here." Hunt nodded. "There's a few times we've been rushed back to work while either relaxing or elsewhere." Zeal looked towards Hunt. "Besides the point, we're at dinner. You said yourself that you'd make this meal less awkward." She takes a look at the front door, a puff of smoke is seen from behind the door frame. "He's twenty-five, done nothing but weapons, nomads and science since he's been sixteen." She pours another shot of sake and downs it immediately.

Hunt sighs. "I'm not really... The best when it comes to making things less awkward. I probably shouldn't have even suggested this..." Raven continues to eat her dinner, occasionally listening in to conversation, "Way to make it less awkward, hah. " She said to Hunt. "No... I see he's still not gotten over it. He's been changing. Coffee to liquor, chocolate to cigarettes, video games to training programs. Sex has gotten better." She ends up take the bottle by hand and swigging it by its neck. "Best time we've seen each other is when we're running ground ops. Then he's just... to tired to even do anything back home. Even if he is home, he slept in the bunker when he's there." Hunt stared down at the remains of his meal, unwilling to finish. "I don't really know what to say. I can apologize a hundred times and it won't make a difference. I don't expect him to forgive or forget anything that's happened, but... I guess this was my attempt at trying to start fresh." He looked to Raven. "Poor guy... I wish him the best though." Almost finishing the dinner, she places down her cutlery, "Oh, uh, excuse me. I need the toilet now, heh." Raven gets up carefully, hoping in her mind that Zeal wouldn't notice her pregnant figure in the dress, walking off to the toilets.

The Talk

Zeal swirls the sake in the bottle, taking a moment to look from the door frame and turn to Hunt. "An army at his disposal, secret-weapons being built, killing without second thought, while he runs it all from either a liner or a warship." She puts an elbow on the table and rests her face on her palm, staring at him from up and down. "You even brought a gun too." Hunt smirked slightly in response. "So did he, as expected. Paranoia exists for a reason. One can't anticipate what another will do in every situation. The phrase 'better safe than sorry' comes to mind. Also because Bounty Hunters are assholes." Zeal shook her head. "Its not on him now. Probably threw it away somewhere... You think he had enough time to take it out to use it first?" Hunt sighed. "It doesn't matter who would've used it first or not. We both came expecting the worst outcome, and rightly so. He doesn't trust me, and I'm not willing to risk the safety of someone I care about over the mistakes I've made in the past. You wouldn't put him in a compromising position without planning ahead, would you?" He sipped his drink. He had lost interest in his meal entirely. "I'm trying my best here, Zeal... I can't change habits of being paranoid at every turn, and I know he doesn't like me. But for her sake?" Hunt nodded towards the bathroom. "I won't take any chances."

"Well... It's not that he doesn't trust or like you." She waves over the waiter bot again, placing the empty bottle and glasses on its tray. "Pitcher of iced water." She turns back to hunt as the waiter-bot runs off again. "But it seems like you two have the same reasons." She said. "We protect what we love." Hunt leans back in to his chair, sighing slightly. "You never knew what happened... You'd probably do the same." Hunt shrugged in response. "There's a lot of details we haven't shared with each other." Zeal adjusted her seating position, crossing her legs. "Few months ago, recon operation in Mu went wrong-" The bot returns with a pitcher of cold iced water. She pours herself a glass with the ice cubes falling with minimal splash. "- I was using a system wired to the ship. Next thing I knew, my source code was taken from the chip and applied to another bio-processor inside a Prison facility." Hunt nods. "The Order." He spun his drink around slowly. "I recall that story." Zeal carefully looked him in the eye, then gazed towards the bathroom. "I can obviously see it with you two so its got to be the same feeling if this does happen to her too." She takes a large gulp from her water compared to her alcohol. "But just imagine, no emotions, no memories of them either, like a binary and numbers with meaningless words."

"I can't bare the thought of loss, Zeal. Neither can she, despite our work and how often we try and prepare ourselves for what could happen at any moment, it doesn't make a difference that we truly are lost without each other." He sipped his drink. "She was the first person to look at me and see that I was worth being given a second chance, did you know that? She was going to kill me when we met, because I told her the truth about what I've done. Instead, she gave me an opportunity to make a difference, and for that I'm eternally grateful. I gave her everything I built over the years. My fleet, my resources, my knowledge, my connections - everything, and it still doesn't quite feel like enough of a thank you gesture. I don't think I can ever repay the kindness she has given me, but no matter what happens I will always be there for her." Hunt said, finishing with a deep sigh. "Even if it moves to working with the wrong side?" Zeal asked. "That depends on the side... Actually - It doesn't. You probably saw as she stood up." Zeal chuckles to herself as she brings her glass away from her mouth. "I thought so... You're two of the same." She said with a small smile, looking back towards Hunt. "Four months. It was twins, but..." Hunt looked down briefly, staring in to his glass. "We lost one." He said. "Well, you should feel lucky. we're not having or adopting... he fears he might raise up Hell's child." She smirks while looking at where Raven had gone. "Hopefully you have better luck... So much fighting for us, too many bullets. Best we have is a dog."

"Even with all the fighting in our lives, all the danger... We came to this choice together. To try and make something of a future with each other. It isn't about how dangerous your life can be, or what you do for a living. Creating and catering to a life is a choice you make with someone you care about. You work around the obstacles of life to ensure they have a chance to live theirs safely and happily." Hunt said, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. "I work hard to ensure both of his parents will be there for him when he's born." Zeal nodded towards the exit, where Geoff had gone. "Mhmm... But you remember how he was don't you... just a ambitious scientist and ex-military pilot. Just... Happy-go-Lucky." Walking out of the toilets, Raven immediately goes straight to the server, catching the attention of a worker. She talks about something, but it's inaudible. Raven briefly points to the toilet during the conversation, shrugging at the end of her discussion, returning back to the table. "Ooookay, that was uh... lengthy."

A Farewell

"Welcome back." Hunt smiled as she approached. She slowly sits down, resuming to finish off her dinner. "Yeah - uh... someone left their kid behind in the toilet room, somehow? It's whatever, I told the staff." Hunt nods. "Ah. I'm actually in need of a restroom break myself." Hunt stood up. "Be right back." He walked off towards the hallway containing the bathrooms, vanishing from sight. "I hope you didn't bring a gun." Zeal jokes towards Raven as Hunt just vanishes. "Well, I did for the local hitmen and Bunters." - Raven would nervously chuckle. "But at least I'm honest. My last encounter here wasn't as... eh... bright." she slowly goes to eat the last slice of turkey meat. "I've only killed once... Unfriendly person tried to have a go at me down a back alley. he tried with a knife, turns out it bent quite badly. But most of the time its priming weapons or monitoring for Geoff's ground ops." Raven places her cutlery down, finishing her plate. Grabbing the quarter filled glass, she continues, "I would honestly resort to fisticuffs but... eh, I don't think my current state would allow me to." She notes, wiping her mouth briefly with a napkin. "You should be happy you're able too actually have a child... I mean, obviously because of who I am I can't have children." She looks at the back of her hands, silver silicone and only retaining the shape of a human figure. "Although... I say it does has its perks." Raven shrugged slightly. "I suppose there's the evens and the odds for that sort of thing. I would suggest a calculation ran off the both of you to uh - eh..." She redacts it, noticing how silly she might sound, "Nevermind, crazy idea with impossible execution." Raven quickly downs the last puddle of orange juice from the glass, placing down the empty glass on the desk.

"Yes, I have things to enhance our relationship. people may call it questionable but for us its a pretty obvious addition at that point. But for someone like a surrogate mother, he doesn't feel comfortable for them... Getting others involved unintentionally within his personal risks is not what he does." Unsure of what to say, or what is even appropriate to comment, she just simply nods slightly in acknowledgement. Raven would look towards the way Enfield exited, curious if he would be seen. Then she would look towards the toilet entrance, then back at Zeal. She doesn't know how to quite process the conversation, or how to move it forward, instead, she keeps silent. Enfield would flick the butt of his cigarette onto the street before walking back into the restaurant. And take a seat back down on the table, but turns to his wife immediately. He puts a smile on his face. "Right... We should take a walk round town with them after dinner if they're not busy, see what's changed around here?" Raven was staring down at her cup. "We don't really have anything planned for the night. I think. But I'd be up for a little exploration, provided you don't go too fast heh." Noticing Enfield facing Zeal, she embarrassingly notes, "O-o-oh, you weren't talking to me. My bad. I guess." Raven resumed looking at her drink. "Well, we normally end up having at least twice as much at a bar or club alone than what we've gone through tonight. We're actually trained to do three times..." Enfield slightly boasts with a jokingly smile on his face. Zeal quickly stops him from speaking "-But... Because she's currently unable to drink, we thought it might be better to see other venues around this area?"

"Yeee-aahhh... No go on substances. I can't drink or - well, do those 'forms' of socialization. I honestly thought you meant actually exploring the urban area. Or... Something. Not alcohol or clubs, whatever it is." She says quietly, looking back up at the man and the android. "Well we can do that... I mean, its up to you or Hunt, since you've been here more recently than I've been able to." Hunt returns from the washroom, adjusting his suit and sitting back down in his chair. "Sorry about that. There was a line." Geoff turned to Hunt as he sat down. "Welcome back, We were discussing what we could do for a while after dinner, but we've come to a bit of a block." Enfield pours himself a glass of water from the pitcher. "Tell you what, we should try this again, but over a few days if we can. Try to get a holiday of some sort." Zeal chimes in to the conversation. "Well it would be good for Raven, we could try a luxury resort break for a day or two? At least my money is going somewhere." Hunt relaxes back. "I wouldn't mind it, but like you said - give it a few days time. Work doesn't stop just because we aren't there. I'm sure it's the same for you both. Maybe... Organize something for the weekend?" He asked. "I hope we're talking lazy pool days." Zeal nudges Enfield on the shoulder. "You might have to show off your floral shirt on video conferences." Geoff chuckles. "Don't... I'd probably be going shirtless." Hunt smirked slightly at the comment Zeal had made. "You know, a friend of ours took some time off on Canaria at a resort. We could book one of the cabins out there."

"Or a Villa, I got a bit in my private account that barely gets dented by the liquor store shopping. my regular travel, food, drinks and medical always gets covered by the agency. They pay me well... But what to spend it on?" He waves over the waiter-bot. "Can I get the Bill please?" The bot prints out a paper bill, displaying the costs. Enfield gets his phone from the table and waves it in front of the bot. A small chime plays with his phone screen confirming the payment. "Possibly." Hunt offered out a card to the bot, which registered payment for his and Raven's meals. "Though, this was nice. I won't lie, it eh... Went better than anticipated. What do you think, Raven?" Hunt turned to his partner and smiled. "A few days of vacation in a week or so?" Raven shrugs. "Ehrm." she thinks to herself, "I'd have to find out." Hunt nods. "Depends on work, really." Raven looks towards Hunt. "That's why I would have to find out." She said. "Well." Hunt stood up and held a hand over the table. "Thanks for taking the time to join us." He said. "I'm glad it went well for both parties." Raven picks up her bag from the side of the chair, standing up, also offering a hand out to do the same act of social farewells. "Yeah... I thought so too." Enfield quickly gets up to give a hand to Zeal. She reaches out to accept his assistance. "Listen, I think a few days away from work should do us all from good. It doesn't matter if we need to bring a laptop or a work-tablet. Just... A nice resort." Zeal seems quite insistent on the plan. "It's up to you guys, really..." Hunt said quietly, returning his hand to his side after a lack of farewells. Raven soon followed. "I'll see about the bookings." Zeal added. "We can probably put some more planning in to it. We need to sort out work, first." He shrugs and takes Raven's hand. "In any case, eh..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks... For doing this." Hunt smiled towards Raven, examining her again. "You know you really are stunning in that dress." He said quietly to her. Raven looks at him, raising a slight brow. "What? You look good in it. It suits you." Raven's face flushed slightly. "Talking to a mirror - yet again. Your suit suits you. Because it's a suit." she held his hand. She looks over to the other pair, "We can keep in touch concerning dates. And uhm, I wish to extend my thanks too. I just felt like our, uh, bad blood wasn't really needed. You're pretty alright people. And once again, sorry for being so annoying with my 'job' in the past." Hunt smiled at Raven's comment. "Pfffsch. I guess we'll see you around then."

With that, Hunt and Raven took their leave from the restaurant and begun the walk back to the single story bungalow on the outskirts of the city. The two locked arms together as they walked around the corner.

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