Marian’s fingers tapped along the bar top as she awaited her drink. A few familiar faces were in the bar that night and she gave them pleasant smiles and small waves. The place had become rather popular and she couldn’t deny her deserve to try the drink and food. But she also could deny her want to see if she could find the infamous Robin Hood and if he was to hit somewhere, it would most likely be at this restaurant and place of gathering.

Taking her drink as the bartender dropped off her drink and the whiskey for the gentleman next to her. She didn’t really pay him any mind because her own thoughts were wondering rather intensively as she stared down at her drink in thought. Her name echoed through her ears and her head jerked, blue eyes staring at the old man who somehow knew her name. The wink gave it away and her heart skipped a beat in her chest before she turned her attention forward. He was here! He was [i]actually[/i] here and talking to her!!! This, this was a situation she had wanted for a long time.

Her heart sank as he began to talk, what… he, he didn’t want her to… to… excuse me?! He’s got it all wrong. She could help, if anything she could be a huge help for him and his cause. She could tell though, when he mentioned that he knew she was the police chief’s daughter and the people she knew; it almost sounded like he cared about her and didn’t want her to get into trouble. Which was slightly ironic for being the cause of all the trouble with the police…

Her mouth opened to respond before her name was shouted and she was so surprised to see the handsome FBI agent show up unannounced (kinda) that she jumped a little in shock. He had, ironically, slipped in between her and his personal target and began to talk to her. She couldn’t help but have a conversation with Guy, for he was rather interesting but she kept glancing over at the old sailor before he left. SHIT! She couldn’t let him get away; they needed to talk more about this. Looking for an excuse to leave, she was cut off by the announcement from the bartender and watched Guy run out the door. Damnit there goes that idea… but as Marian turned back to the bar, she realized that she did have friends who wanted to see Robin Hood get into trouble, but her friends held something that she could use and get Robin Hood’s attention one more time.

The next afternoon went smoothly. Marian found herself talking more and more to Guy, he was interesting and full of stories that she was listening to him closely and instead of doing most of her work; she was lost in his talking. It wasn’t until she had some time for lunch that her ‘master plan’ came into action.

Getting into Mister Taylor’s office was easy and she collected his recycling from the box under his table. Carrying out to the dumpster she found exactly what she was looking for; the business card for Jonathan Smith, the young man she danced with at the party, the young man who worked for charities and the young man who was actually Robin Hood. Shoving the business card into her pocket she dumped his recycling, hers and a few other people’s from the office before returning inside and dropping back off the bens. Avoiding conversation with as many people as she could, she grabbed her things and wondered outside. Pulling out her cellphone, she dialed the number and slowly walked down the streets of New York listening to it ring, her heart pounding in her chest.

The Merry Men were well equipped when it came to technology; especially phones. Every number would link through many different outlets and find the exact name belonging to the incoming caller. After going through Gwen’s computer system, documenting who called and from what number, it would be redirected to Robert’s personal phone, the name of the caller popping up on the screen; whether it would be listed in the phone book or not. Yes, the Merry Men were good.
[i]Ring[/i] Robert’s phone buzzed, flashing the name “Marian Anderson”  on the screen.