[b][i]Leonid[/i][/b]

Leonid realized that what he had done was probably the right thing, but it was too soon, too quickly. Nevertheless, he said, "My boyfriend is Andrew Rivers, my squadmate. He's currently at the bathhouse; he does not know I am talking to you about the information he and I have been collecting from his mother - A Follower - and which I've supplemented with everything I can talk or charm out from visiting members of other companies. Yes, I will admit to paying for the alcohol needed to loosen their tounges. As for our list of contacts... I need to know for sure if you'd really protect them - If you just wouldn't hand them over yourself. As some of the Colonel's men keep saying, 'They're not Citizens and they hate us anyway'."

That sentiment was understandable, but short-sighted and hypocritical. [i]They[/i] weren't Mojave natives either, after all.

He then looked at Ambassador Ben, tempted to trust yet at the same time wary. Then Leonid continued, "Sorry; sorry about that earlier accusation, just... I should have been more careful. We've tried to be careful for a year or more now but I just..."

[i]I just gave way, because I was tired of hiding it, tired of secrecy. I thought I was safe. Now everything is screwed up and screwed over and -[/i] Leonid stopped himself, and instead tried to assess Ambassador Ben, trying to find out if there was reason to trust the man. He then said, "I suppose I messed up anything [i]you've[/i] been planning or at least pondering, I suppose. And put you at risk, not just myself?"

He already knew the answer, he just needed to confirm.

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