soul_logs | The life of a Ghost [OPEN]

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The life of a Ghost [OPEN]

Characters: Sarah Kerrigan (

ghostofaqueen) & OPEN
Location: In and Around the DOGS office
Rating: PG
Time: January 19th
Description: Sarah doesn't appear often in the public areas around the office, but she's scoping out possible entry points and in the mood to be bothered... or bother people walking by.

Cross posted to Livejournal as well.

While she had always been assured of the state of security around the building, there were times when a military woman just had to look herself. It satisfied her that no one had made an attack on Death City in a long while and that meant that the building that the Watch was situated in was technically very secure. It would be even more secure when Tassadar had put on the finishing touches on the generator as well.

Still, she observed the windows and ledges from the ground before doing the same analysis from the roof of the building and then from the buildings surrounding the Watch. Of course, it was always interesting to watch people come and go from the doors and moving around like this was some kind of communal gathering area.

Using her fingers, she could easily line up some of the people and just... take that shot. It would be a simple shot, but of course, she wasn't allowed to carry a sniper rifle within the city confines. For some reason, people got nervous when a trained sniper wandered around on rooftops with a loaded weapon. She couldn't understand why, she thought with a snort.

Of course, sweeping the outside of the building almost meant that she was required to sweep inside as well. She had no qualms about walking into closed office doors and then out again when she was satisfied. She had even less qualms about prowling the halls looking for suspicious characters. Oh she wanted one so badly, but Roy had a problem with blood on the floor, so she'd have to drag them outside if she wanted to interrogate.

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Roy, in the meantime, was up on the rooftop of the building where the DOGS Office was located. He was taking his customary cigarette break after trolling the network and seeing everyone to their shifts.

It was a pretty nice day, in his opinion. Quiet, slow. Almost enough to trick a man into thinking that all was well.

Sarah simply leapt the distance from a nearby building and settled down in a crouch on the ledge nearby, careful to be out of his cancer-causing smoke way. Clearly, he was here because his nosiness for the day was done. It must work up his nerves seeing all those people he could spy on at any one time.

"Nothing to report from the sectors aside from the usual criminal activities," she said from where she was crouched. "Decided on a uniform yet?"

"That's good to hear. And no, I'm still thinking on it."

Good thing he was almost done. Roy put out his cigarette and smiled at his new companion.

"Hi, Sarah."

"As long as it's still thinking." She gave him a half-glare just to be sure he still knew that mini-skirt idea was off the table.

She watched him and rose to her feet when it appeared that he was finished his break... or whatever it was he called these smoking sessions.

"Hello, Roy. A nice day for a roof-top gathering?"

"That would appear to be the case. What have you been up to?"

Beyond, well, the usual.

"The usual," she replied simply, looking out at various points in the city that were within easy view. "Keeping out of trouble, then? How is that new shadow of yours working out for you? Like old times?"

"It's swimming along, I suppose."

Roy turned around, setting his back against the railings, pillowing his arms on top. He glanced up at the sky.

"She doesn't seem the type to spend long periods in bathing wear," Sarah replied simply. That was as far as she was willing to dig for results for the time being.

She watched him silently, reflecting on her conversation with Tassadar and all the horrible emotions the Protoss had brought up. "How is filling the vacancies going?"

"Going. BREW's still having a hayday on our numbers, though."

They kept losing people, both within the period where such disappearances were expected and at entirely different times.

"BREW is being normal then. Surely you took into account that anyone could leave without notice." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Even you could go at any time."

She doubted that he was going to, not with how much he had his fingers in, but it was entirely possible. Even she had to be prepared for that.

"Yeah, I'm painfully aware of that."

Which did remind him: he still needed seconds. Flynn was growing nicely into his position, but a Plan B in a place like Death City wasn't nearly enough.

"Oh, scared of your lack of preparation if it does happen, or that you just plain don't want to go back?" She hid her own feelings on the matter behind a narrowed eyed look.

"You had best hire more seconds. Flynn won't be in charge long if you leave," she said simply. She hadn't said she'd protect that one either.

"I'm working on that. More seconds, I mean."

He answered that first because it was easier, but he wasn't going to avoid things. Not with Kerrigan.

Roy did pause, though, in order to thumb out another stick.

"I've prepared as much as my can on my own - there's little to be done now if isn't enough. As for wanting to go back or not..." he trailed off, taking a drag. "I honestly don't know."

"I know you are," she replied softly before flashing him an almost guilty smile. "I looked at the papers on your desk."

She made sure to be up wind from him when it seemed he was going to have a second attempt at cancer when the first didn't seem to cool him off. She was fine with that; he was under a considerable amount of pressure.

"The Watch is well-grounded, so you shouldn't worry. People will miss you though." Not her, oh no, no... Ghosts didn't get attached. Okay, maybe a little attachment was okay. "You seem to have built yourself a good life here. Friends, comrades... even a 'family' to a degree."

"That's what it looks like, eh?"

It honestly surprised him as well. He hadn't been at his best when he had arrived, and he had tried, for a very long time, to remain cool and unattached from everyone and everything.

Suffice to say, everything he had and everything he was in Death City was not at all what he had expected.

"Still, it's not like I don't have things that need tending to back at home."

...The real question was whether that was true or not. He personally didn't think it was, and yet Riza's arrival did make him wonder.

"You keep your desk very well organized," was all she said about that. She snooped in everyone's desk from time-to-time.

"Then I suppose someone else is tended them for you. Don't be so eager to go back; you might miss something here," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. He could do what he wanted and no one could stop him.

"Of course, the sheer time paradox would be interesting."

"I'm still not so sure about that. There being nothing to else to fix back home, I mean."

Of course, he, Edward and Riza did not discuss home all that much.

"Hmm, but I was under the impression that you were attempting to crawl your way up the ranks," she said thoughtfully. Where had she heard that before? She knew that she did, but sometimes all the spying blurred together. Really, she should keep notes.

"You hold a good enough position here to be happy?"

Hearing that from someone else beyond Edward and Riza made him smile a bit.

"Those kinds of ambitions no longer interest me as much."

The smile was noted, and she had to look away to gaze at a building for a little while.

"No, you're all soft and domesticated now. What are you ambitions now, Mustang?"

"Channeled into something far more productive and definitely friendlier to the general populace."

He had been a very different person back then, and not necessarily a good one.

"Military-types are there to serve the public, but last time I checked, most weren't friendly with them. You've almost become a civilian again, I think."

She made a show of thinking about that. She wasn't anywhere near becoming friendly with civilians on as much of a level as he would.

That only made Roy roll his shoulders in a light shrug. He took another drag from his cigarete.

"I do what I have to."

The harder side of him did not have to come out as much as it needed to where he was, which was honestly a good thing.

"It's for the best. You do PR better than most," she replied as she set her hands on her hips.

"Besides, that hard-ass persona you have deep down is better off away from the public eye. Let others take that role." There were some about, and it was better them then him in her opinion.

"Who is the question, but that's kind of out of my hands for the moment, eh?"

He had his hands full, as things were. Enough of that, though.

"...So, do you want to go back? Now that you know what you know."

It was a touchy question, he knew, but he was rapidly learning that the two of them could speak franlky. If she didn't want to answer, then she didn't. If she did, though...

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