Kitchen Area
She knew you were letting her let her anger out that you were taking all those hateful words, every evil idea that crossed her mind, all those cursed words you stood there taking them all, and she held nothing back.

"Zachariah Jacob Covell how dare you for even an instant think that I believed the blow hards in this town that was spreading them. Cause I did not and dont. What I meant by that was simply it did not take you long to meet someone over there that touched you deeply like that. And when I said or have you been seeing her already? I was simply curious at how you could love them already.

I do not give a rats ass what anyone else in this town thinks or says only you and the other family living here and my family at my fathers is all I care about.

You might not have planned for it to happen but that is a funny thing about life, or fate or destiny it just happens sometimes.

We grew up together Zach I know you better then you know yourself sometimes I know I have been your world."

She took a deep breath to try to calm herself down cause she was working really working on trying to understand what had happened

"Yes we have always been truthful with each other and I do thank you for being truthful now, no matter how much it hurts. I do wish to know her name, but you can hold off a little bit on telling me. Cause I do care to hear more I would like to hear everything you have to tell me on this matter actually."

Nightlife
There's a neon shine of screens with various ads and random news articles going on down below. The lights bounce off the walls in the area, reflecting off of us as well. He still sounds curious and suspicious of this character that 'saved' you.

"Maybe. Most people with money, "Corpos" don't tend to think that way. But it's your life."

He shrugs, sipping the beer and leaning against the railing, gaze lingering out beyond us. taking in the sights and sounds of the night life going on around us.

"No problem." Spoken with a grin over at you briefly, and a nod to the 'big world' part. yes it was. He glances back at you shaking his head again at your concerns.

"Unrelated. And realistically, you don't need implants to be forced to forget things. Trust me."

Smiling then, and then nodding. No judgment on your part was good. But that was uncommon. you glance at yourself, but then you say that comment and he arches a brow.

"No, they were interested in you. No one mistakes me for a joytoy, Sable." A small grin.

sits up and leans against the back of the cage and my mind wanders.............sips on water.............closes my eyes

looks in again

every enterprise here is for the Staff Benevolent Fund
everybody from Guard on up is a shareholder, you will be too
...the Judge and I happen to be the majority shareholders
there's no need for further elaboration on that point, it answers your question

if you think it's bullshit, ask krisztina
she got 15 years, has about 5 left to serve half
happily, she one of the top escorts in the world
I give my crew 10% of their tips, in her time left she'll have plenty to buy out and start a new life

chuckling
I'm just saying don't start with the Judge like you did with me, or he'll give you 50 years
I'll be a character witness for you, but it's really up to you

looking in

I feel like it was very much in her vocabulary; she just weaponized it like she did so many other things.

Nightlife
At the railing, standing close to your side without being too close or obtrusive, Sable looks below, face highlighted by the spray of colors coming from the screens. Chaotic, but beautiful in a way.

"I don't know. Maybe just a friend that doesn't want anything from him for a change."

Sable wasn't looking to be a trophy wife, to climb the corporate ladder, or endear herself so closely that he would spend money on her. It's possible that he wanted something, but they'd had many frank conversations and she couldn't pry any hint of ulterior motives from him, which left the woman to think it really was just a gesture of kindness. Maybe he hated 'servitude' as much as you did?

"Thank you, Jackson. I really do appreciate your willingness to answer my questions and educate me on things. It's a big, big world out there."

Turning to look at you, hip leaning against the railing so she could face you directly, elbow of the arm holding her beer resting on the top tier.

"See? That's the sort of thing that makes me leary about implants. Scrambles your brain so you don't remember things you should."

Her face warmed with a grin as you laughed, confirming you weren't into that particular kind of fetish. If you had been?

"Then I'd be surprised, but wouldn't really care."

Blinking, Sable frowned and looked down at herself, then at you. She'd taken care not to dress up in anything too ritzy or revealing, wearing a simple tanktop and basic pants with a good pair of walking shoes. Mentally, she compared to other women she'd seen at various festivals and to Free who oozed sexuality. There was no way that anyone mistook her for a joytoy, which meant...

"Did you tell them you weren't available tonight? I mean..if you want the eddies, I can catch a cab home.."

Tacenda clearly was not in Paz's vocabulary

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Si.

A casa of tacenda and culo caliente.

Hmmm. There is another pull on the flask, and then I swallow and offer the flask up to you if you want more. There is no doubt that this...........Judge is as crooked as they come. There won't be any "fair trial", there likely won't even be a "trial". Not here. Once inside this little fiefdom, it's a whole other set of rules to play by. The outside rules, don't apply in here.

So, I weigh some things in my mind and then lift green eyes to yours and ask some of those questions that need answers.

Is this.....Judge... the reason I was brought here or does it go above his pay grade?

Mazatlán, Mexico
Even with the power they wielded, there were times when you had to know who and what could be disturbed. If they started to get in the way of the tourism industry here and around the Pacific coast, they'd irritate business interests, especially those multinationals with headquarters in big building in New York City. And that could draw unwanted pressure. Seemingly pumping El Norte ful of narcotics didn't raise to that level of concern, but damage a Hilton or Crown Plaza and there could be hell to pay.

He doesn't see you come in, but one of the servers who might also be one of his people intercepts you to guide you to his table. His drink is arriving about the same time. He rises up and offers a very convincing smile that might be offered to a dear friend or maybe something else.

"Bienvenido a Mazatlán Holly."

NC Outskirts
Heck, he wishes he could help too. To him, it seems bigger than both of them.

"You think? I don't really have any connections that are, um helpful. I think she appreciates being able to come to my place and get away some, and her family is helping." He pauses. "The Valentinos. They're another gang, right?"

He figures since he's not on file as a friend, he might have a better chance than Nobu or Iridia would. It's not a certainty, but he wouldn't offer if he didn't mean it.

"I'm glad you've got somewhere safe. The offer stands, though." He worries at his lip, considering. "I imagine bounty hunters are looking for that sort of thing, but I can maybe spoof of a signal of some kind, if you wanted to lay a trap of your own? Or that might be stupid. I don't know." He's trying to think within his own skillset, y'know?

Brows lift, leaning in a little as you trail off, clearly curious.

"Now that's an interesting idea." A cant of his head, considering. "That might be doable. I'm not sure how long I could make it stand up to scrutiny. Because the info drop was, um, kind of everywhere... but I think I could use parts that haven't been decoded yet to lay down something false and have it last for at least a little bit. There are forums and chats devoted to this stuff, where stuff could be planted."

Haven is a hacienda of tacenda?

your intelligence is shown in your waiting for the rest of the information
you're a lawyer, you understand precedent
well the precedent here abouts is you have to serve half your sentence for a commutation
that means you need to suck up to the Judge and no lawyer bullshit, no matter waht
...and it won't be as easy to do as you may think lol

Haven is full of tacenda that Echo proudly talks about with randos.

Funny, but probably belongs on the #r-z2poli.

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