Grape

Just the fact alone that Misty was showing interest in the restaurant made Carson smile as he made another pizza. "Um, yeah....yeah, business has been pretty good." He didn't mean to be hesitant about it. Things really had been going well and they were full most evenings, especially Fridays. In spite of that though, he'd really wished he could be at the Elite more, working on Alec's case. He didn't mind it here, and was thankful for the steady income, but... throwing pizzas in the oven had become rather wearisome. And perhaps he simply hadn't admitted out loud that he missed the action of the Elite in general. He'd been trained as an operative...not a cook, no matter how good his pizzas tasted. 

"Keeps Aerith and Thirteen on their toes," he mused. "Thought about getting someone else too, but the girls seem to like the pay for working that many hours, so as long as they're happy, I am. Couldn't ask for better help." He gave Misty a sidelong glance and a little grin. "Well...unless it was you."


Considering the options, Scott swallowed hard. Part of him wanted to confront Garret himself, with Dalton. But he was so dangerous...what might he do to them? Dalton was big, for sure, but having seen what Garret could do was frightening. And then, with Kirk around, following protocol would probably be best, and since Nate was Garret's handler...that would seem to be the best route. 

He finally nodded. "Let's go tell Nate what we just found out. Then he can decide what to do from there." 

It only took a minute to get back out on the main floor and find Nate in his cubicle. Scott's face was still strained with fear. This whole day had been a disaster for him. He glanced up to make sure Dalton was still behind him before he spoke to Nate. "We just...found out Garret was using Susanne's computer to try and access Agency intel. Intel about...about me. And Brookshire. We...we knew he shouldn't have been on a computer at all, let alone risking our security by doing that and..." He paused as his hands started to tremble again. "And I-I don't want him to try anything with me, or...or anything like that."


"Of course not," Rosalyn chided, and playfully swatted Chad's leg. "Although pretty soon I'm going to need something to drink." The drive could be worse, but it would take quite a while to make it to the coast. It was hard not to keep looking over their shoulders. What if the Agency knew they'd left? What if they were tracking her? Was separation really the best option? Granted, she knew she wouldn't have wanted to go back to the ranch to stay. Not yet. She wasn't ready for that. 

Finally sitting back up straight again, she let Chad concentrate on the road. "So... it's you and your brother and...April...right? At the house, I mean?" Would they mind her being here? Would she get along? How long would she be there? There were so many questions...


Travis smirked and held in a laugh as the tomato went flying. He caught Ashlee's eye, his own twinkling with mischief. But he wouldn't tell on her if no one else had noticed. 

He nodded thoughtfully at Wendy. "Well...I think 'enjoy' is a strong word considering how I ended up here...but everyone's been super nice, so I couldn't ask for more." He took a sip of water, letting the coolness soothe this throat. "Ashlee pointed out a few things earlier but I really haven't got my bearings yet, no. Figure I'll be here a few days more though, so by the time I leave, more than likely I'll be able to navigate pretty well." He glanced over to where Dylan was still keeping to himself, and he must have gained a look of question.

"Don't take offense," Clint interjected. "Dylan's pretty antisocial most of the time."

"So...Jade's brother? Mick's son...right?"

"Yep." 

"What's the issue?"

Clint shrugged. "He's got a lot of 'em. Found out it's easier just to leave him alone."

For a place like this - so warm and friendly - it struck Travis as odd. Why would Dylan retreat like that? Maybe there was just a lot of bad history or something. No matter, it was still strange. "Oh." Turning back to his food, he tried to stab a grape with his fork, but instead, it sprung from the utensil and bounced right into the middle of Ashlee's plate. He looked at her quickly with wide eyes.