Stepping into the bar Rico took a seat at a corner table to get out of the cold of the night signaling a waitress as she passed and ordering some chicken fingers and a beer. He thought he would stay a while and relax after all the traveling. His coat was soaked through from the pouring rain out side removing it to expose his tank and the swirls of tattoo crawling across his upper arms. Oops he thought pulling his tank down to cover the weapon in its concealed Carey holster in his waistband. "God I wish I had taken this fucking thing off in the truck its killing me" he grumbled, but in his line of work you could never be to careful. So he slid it to his side and reclined putting his tactical boots onto the table and settling for the evening.
Wow it was most defiantly a boring evening as far as things were going his plate of bar food arrived and hi dipped the chicken fingers as he pondered the move to the city of Demaitre. Sure it was big and bustling but would it house the kind of work he was good at and if so could he find a niche, friends maybe a new crew to work with. His life certainly was a lonely one,but god if I could talk with some one right now, but as always his travels had left him standing and most of the people who worked with him the worse off. Rico slipped his boots down slumping onto the table in boredom. “Hey you got any rooms”, He yelled to the bartender. “Aye I got rooms upstairs Want one”, “Sure”. He paid the man and walked upstairs with his things sitting on the bed relaxing and listing to the rain.
After cleaning his gun for the 4th time he was defiantly board the ad must not have worked it was in a phone book or two and on the internet in several places if only someone had a job for him if only some one was around in the morning he would travel to the inner city to scout around and maybe make some contacts. a poem flashed through his head...If only if only the wood pecker sighed,if only if only...the thought was lost as he fell to the dreams of faraway people and long ago happenings.

Last night had gone unexpectedly but things were going good. Right now all he had to do was remember his trade craft and well not alienate his friend well acquaintance OK so it was almost 2130 but he thought she would be here the hospital was a busy place so he ordered the finger food platter and a beer and waited for her dressed in a fine black suite the coat hanging on the chair and the sleeves rolled up exposing the Japanese calligraphy tattoos on his inerleft forearm.

After another 12 hour shift Nitalya is left tired, though not so depressed. she had lost another patient but he was dead before he reached her from a heartache. in those cases it was not her fault and she could do nothing to being the dead back to life, though if she could it would not help those who are wasted away by time. Waking home she thinks on if she truly was going to go to the bar or not, she was not obligated to go. though something about Rico seems so familiar that she is drawn to him. it could be his military history or his hidden work he hinted about, either way she wanted to know more.

once home she showers and changes into a lilac turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans. before heading out the door she calls a cab to take her to the yesterday man so she can get her bike. it did not take long for the cab to get there and arrive at its destination. getting out the cab she smiles she she sees her bike made it through the night with out damage. once on the bike it did not take her long to get the the king's brewery, though she had to admit it was not her type of place. leaving the bike secured she shakes her head and allows the strands to fall into place.

entering the door she finds Rico sitting at the bar about to eat. he seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in his black suit, though she was not much better. her leather trench coat was half opened exposing the soft purple turtleneck. her boots made a soft clicking noise as she crossed the bar making her way to rico.

Rico Immediately heard her boots clicking on the floor and turned to see Nitalya walk through the door. The scent gave her away though as no jus another regular.
Turning to look Rico was reassured by his judgment it was her and defiantly in a different mood than last he saw her.

“So you came I was getting worried “ he said looking at the weird tactical watch on his wrist it was a little to big and had a bright luminescent screen displaying in military time.

“Sit down have some food” gesturing to the large platter of fried food.
“If you don’t like it down here I have a room upstairs that’s well has two good chairs and beter heat?”

It was not a surprise that he turned to greet her, she was somewhat late as he pointed out. her gaze went from him to the plate in front of him, though the smell was enticing she raised her hand to decline them. though she did take the seat on his right, since she did not want to at the moment be alone with him and possible repeat what happen this morning. not to mention she would be on his turf and at a disadvantage if anything went wrong, not that she expected it to she just did not want to give it a chance.

once sitting she gives him a quick once over as she says 'so what is up with the suit?' as she waits for his answer she turns to the bartender and orders a vodka, though it would be doubtfully as strong as the one last night.

"had some interviews today to go to, that casino is relay upscale and i wanted to impress them and i think i might have snag security chief from another guy." "but ill have to turn them down."

"Turners back to his watch for a moment I would hate to miss great company but i was wondering something?"

while waiting on her drink and listening to Rico she could not help but look away and frown as he says he would have to turn them down. [i]he truly does not make since, first he buys me a drink, then wines about his mother and money, then about someone trying to kill him. now he is turning down a job. i can only wonder if he is in his right mind or how much of what he says is true. "

she turns back at the sound of a glass being placed on the bar. picking it up she takes a sip and then sets it back down. looking back at rico she says 'what is it?' as she lift her hand and moves a hair back into place,

“ I wanted to know if you would attend the Harvest ball tomorrow evening with me?” “Its major event around here and I wanted to have a date I just got two V.I.P. tickets” he says withdrawing them from his coat.
They are things of beauty thick sturdy pared with gold foil and deep black embossment a border of pumpkins and creatures of the night surround the announcement of the ball.



“I know someone who can get you the right out fit for the event if your interested it comes with a limo ride…”
“And before you say no I thought you would like to go so I already called your boss and cleared the date for you.

As the words come out of his mouth she thinks has he truly lost it? she reaches for her glass and downs it before he can say he talked to her boss. though once it was out of his mouth she turns and stares at him coldly. standing to her feet quickly while forcing her hands to stay by her side she then starts to raise her voice as she speaks in a cold sharp tone. 'how dare you go talk to my boss. it is one thing to ask me to go, it is another to try and force me.' her hand raises some from her side, but she forces it in her pockets. 'It might be different if we were long time lovers or married but i have known you less than 24 hours and you are already trying to control my world."

'saving lives is more important to me than anything" turning her head she softly whispers 'i have to atone, still' as a tear fighters it way to the surface. turning back to him as she whips her eye, still in the same tone she says 'you have no right to interfere'. with that she turns and starts to leave.

Hmm… Rico thought at light speed. “If you go you will save countless lives!”
Please he intoned stepping up from his seat and now speaking quietly “things aren’t as they seem and I need the help.”
Rico walks further to her you might think that everything is hunky dory and you can atone for what happens in war but I’m afraid that something terrible will happen.

as more meaningless words spilled from his mouth Nitalya's anger grew [i]now what? does her truly think i will believe him? almost everything from his mouth is a twisted lie. i bet the sob story about his mother is a lie also. how dare he try and twist me to his whim!'

turning back she stares at him with redden eyes that are cold and piercing, she stands there as if stone, willing her body not to move, though the tension could be felt. in an even colder tone than before though her Russian accent has become stronger 'fool do you not think i have heard this all before. Save others by putting down the threat, taking a life in exchange for another's is not worth it. other will just take their place. it is not worth it, rico.' turning she takes a few steps towards the door and says over her shoulder 'call me when it is done, i might pick up the pieces.'

God but she was right he thought ok so this was going to get hard. “Is this what you do you run isn’t it. You ran from home and now your running from a chance at doing something different something to change what happens in this town”! He yells
Running up but keeping his hands away “something in you is trying to make sense of what happened to you I’m not hear to kill but to save and you need it more than I do to save some one.”

He stairs at her as she walks perhaps, maybe she was the one she sure seemed it but that just made it harder to reassure her.

“I’m not asking for a commitment but just to here me out here what’s going on he says” in a deep low voice stopping in the street to watch for what happens next.

with all the talk of purpose old memories of when she was in Russia start to floor back, tears start to appear in her eyes. pulling her hands out her pockets she wipes them away but knows for the moment it is useless they would just keep coming. his words slice her as knife, they held some truth, but at is all.

as he moves in front of her, Nitalya's fist clench as her want to hit him becomes almost unbearable. though her hand stay down by her sides, while her cold eyes stare back at him with hate. opening her mouth just as he finishes her tone is still cold and sharp 'what do you know, Rico?' pausing a second 'you know nothing of me, of my past? why do you pretend to?' she pauses again for just a moment longer 'Just leave me be, if the world falls, i will be there to pick it up, but not a moment sooner.' with that said she moves past heading to her bike.

OCC: um the knowledge of her being ex-Russian military is not common knowledge so he would not know any specifics on it. he can guess though not with great accuracy.

"I'm sorry i cant help more". walks out the door and into the night maybe he would make some progress tomorrow. I hope she is alright.