[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center] 

Artemis came up behind her and seemed to be backing her up. Even though they had just met, it was clear that Artemis was up for standing up for Sam. It was nice! She couldn't remember the last time she had anyone who would do that for her. Most of her friends were coworkers from the club she worked at (as a bartender), some regulars at said club, and some people she knew back in her wild years (not that she wasn't still wild) who had not really been great friends anyway. Sam wasn't really one for getting out there and socializing on her own, one for having such a bad temper and two for the fact that she could sometimes be awkward. With this, Sam looked up at Artemis with a faint look of gratitude and then swiveled her head back to the creepy man with a more pressing, challenging expression. 

The man's next words seemed to show he was annoyed by how she had reacted, firstly for being called creepy (which, yeah, he was for weirdly going up to people and giving them cryptic messages and a card!) and secondly for not answering the question. She supposed he was right. It was commonly known that one wasn't ever supposed to answer a question with another question. It was considered rude. However, when did Sam ever give a single fuck about niceties? Never. Still, it made her annoyed at how slippery his words came out as if what he was saying was disarming the attack that she had sent. He was probably the kind of guy who thought he was oh so clever. She hated people who thought they were smarter than her. 

He went on to talk about how tenuous the situation was and Sam knew what he was saying was true, though she didn't want to admit it. Still, the way he kept on saying 'we' and 'us'. The whole speech was so dripping with ethos she couldn't help but feel like she was being manipulated. The way he spoke was how politicians spoke. In the end, she knew what he was saying was true, but the way he said it made her even more suspicious than before. He said that they could come if they wanted or not, and left. She was half tempted to call after him and try to get him to explain himself, particularly what 'we' was supposed to mean, but she just glared after the man until he was out of sight. 

Sam finally turned back to Artemis and, to her surprise, Leo. Leo echoed her thoughts in her skepticism of the situation. He made the point that it would make things complicated, but concluded it was there decision. Leo finished it with acknowledging the struggle of the situation. Sam nodded, "[color=a0410d]Honestly, I'm not sure about them either. I mean, what did he mean by 'we'?[/color]" She looked at the two of them as if hoping for an exclamation. "[color=a0410d]For all we know, he could be part of the FBI. If they get us they could imprison us, or worse; maybe even try to dissect us or something.[/color]" She sighed, still hoping for answers. "[color=a0410d]I'm not scared or whatever. Maybe we should go. But if we do, we should do it together so if they pull something we'll be stronger in numbers.[/color]"  

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