[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

Paige accepted her smoothie and made her way over to an open table closer to the lobby where the midday sun shined through the skylights on to the broad, well-kept entrance to the facility. The small café/bar area was fairly busy along with the rest of LSF, but Mondays were what brought in the truly committed no matter the location. She was accustomed to big gyms from her home back in Florida and didn’t mind the rush. A good gym atmosphere was important and along with the regular hustle and ambient noise, some Top 40/Pop station played through the speakers at a moderate volume. She tossed her bag on the raised table and pulled her phone out to go over a few work emails. One of her shoes bobbed steadily with the beat of the music.

There were a few email chains from the other Marshals working the city along with sometimes curt responses from their Chief Deputy, the system-generated BOLOs on various assholes on the loose along with bulletins from SCPD and other district notices. There was nothing out of the ordinary and the office slogan, “fucked up as usual” summarized the correspondence perfectly though her objective of taking her persistently-churning mind, just for a few moments, off her own case was quickly failing. She knew she was being set up: They were using her, which was the obvious part, but the end-around was what had her perplexed. If everything she read about Sammy was true, then Shannon was really the one running the show and at some level was working with Elvin, but it didn’t seem they were looking for a showdown with Nikki or they would have already done something. [i]What was it they were really after?[/i] 

The scenarios were playing in her head when another woman brushed past her and said something. She wasn’t paying a lot of attention and shifted in her chair a little to let her through. “It’s fine,” She said with a snap glance out of the corner of her eye only catching a flashy jacket and a pink bag as the stranger made her way. What she hadn’t expected, as she returned her attention to her phone and typed a few notes to herself, was for the woman to return and also be someone [i]with whom she was familiar[/i]. At first the turning glance of her green eyes was sharp as ever from the second interruption, but seeing the older Olympus sister who had no idea who she was made her relent some. Much like her file, the girl presented a much less deviant persona than her trifling sister, more victim than troublemaker. She wondered briefly what that little snake had said about her and enjoyed the thought of it.

“I saw you at the club on Friday night,” She said with her own southern accent. Her words were pointed and confident and she looked the Englishwoman in eyes. “I was working… My name is Paige.” She knew as soon as she said the words that Marinalia would make the connection though it was about that moment that another girl called from across the way. 


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[b]Ambient Gym Lobby Music[/b]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGAvhdGF6aY[/youtube]