[CENTER][I][h1][color=Green]Juan and Marie[/color][/h1][/i][/CENTER] [Color=lightblue]Time:[/color] Evening [Color=lightblue]Location:[/color] Los Angeles, Train Station [Color=lightblue]Interaction: [@Meleck] [@chulance][/color] [hr] Marie felt the push to trust Jason as did Juan and she followed. In her head, it was like she was a teenage girl who had been dropped at the Mall of America without adults and with a pile of other peoples’ credit cards. It wasn’t like she wanted to steal the stuff, mostly. She did want to make a better life for herself and make sure that Juan was safe. Juan on the other hand found the first person that could actually understand him. It was scary and exhilarating. Juan was also a bit sad. He wanted to steal the marine’s helmet, jacket, and backpack. They looked cool and military stuff was discouraged in the toxic estrogen-enriched environment he grew up in. After they got on the train and it started moving, A Hispanic Young Man about eighteen years old came over to her and started to play his machismo card. “¡Hola Chica! Debes ser nuevo por aquí. Tal vez necesites ayuda para mostrarte los alrededores,” He said letting his tattoos on his arms and his chest show along with the bling he wore. His hand signs indicated that he was a member of the [i]Latin Kings[/i]. Marie smiled as she stood up letting her body draw his eyes. Guy’s were stupid when they were not thinking with their brains. As the train stopped at the next station Marie shifted her body. She let her breasts and hips speak and then in a very sexy voice said, “¡Hola!” She walked towards the man and right before the doors were too close, both her hands came up, there was a flip of the hair and with a twist of her body. Spanish words come from her mouth telling him she wasn’t that kind of girl as she shoved him out the train door and ending with a fiery, “Vete a la mierda!” He stumbled and fell grabbing for her arm. As the doors of the train closed, She gave him a double bird salute (flipped him off with both hands) while holding the handle of Sig 320 sub-compact 9mm handgun. She did her best to hide it from the train’s security camera. There was some cheering and a bit of laughter at what had happened. She only took the gun because she did not want him to shoot at the passenger car. [img]https://www.gilbertsguns.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/i/sig_320scr_2.jpg[/img] This was the kindest thing she had done to a gangster since seventh grade. Since that time four of her former girlfriend all had children of their own. She knew the score. She also knew it wouldn’t have worked either. He was Mexican and she was Puerto Rican, two totally and very different cultures. She also did not want the slum life for her children when she had them. She hid the gun as she went back to her seat and sat down. She tucked the gun inside her purse. She smiled at Juan and put an arm around him. She smiled at Jason in her with a “Yeah, I’m a street rat princess,” a bit of I am dangerous, a healthy dose of you can’t control me, and a touch of come hither in case anyone was watching. Jason was a nice-looking man and not that much older than she was. He dressed like he had money and spoke like he was educated. He was much better than the street punks and want-to-be’s that seemed to be drawn to her. Her fashion sense screamed I am on the market, heavily influenced by MTV and the media. She was dressed in a range that was a step up from urban hooker and below a modest suburban catholic school. Inside Juan was fuming at not being able to protect Marie. Juan held a lot of anger inside as everyone knew what he was going to do. In reality, he was not sure what he wanted to do to the gangster. Like sex, sometimes the fantasy of violence is better than the real thing. Juan did a much better job of watching the car and Jason. He had spent most of his life looking at one thing and watching other things. The episode of how it’s made was going over security lock boxes like the ones in banks. He did not think he could pick a vault lockbox. But knowing there were two keys was good information. Two rows back on the left-hand side of a car, a man had his video phone up and it looked like he was recording something. He might be using one of the new recognition apps to see if it matches anyone in the altered human database. This he could do something about. After Jason got up to get off the train Juan stalled for a second. Marie was up and encouraging Juan to hurry. The man let Marie go to the door and he followed slightly behind and to the left of the man. Juan with his left hand reached out and grabbed Marie’s right inner thigh giving it a squeeze. This got her to scream and turn around swinging. She cold-cocked the man with a right hook. It was a sucker punch and it just about dropped him. As he bent over from the blow, Juan pulled his cellular phone from his jacket pocket and palmed it, moving to get off the train. He tugged at Marie who was ready to go-toe-to toe with the man who looked in shock as a few other people jumped in to protect Marie from the pervert. Marie managed to get off before the doors closed. He was detained by the crowd till the transit police could question him. Juan gave a little smile as the screen saver said Purity.