[center][h1]Justice[/h1][/center]

[b]"If you're a big fan of that one, I'll make sure to ask if you can go first."[/b] Justice snarked back to Gerard.

As much as she wanted to say something about it, she didn't really care that much about the sniper that had posted himself up on the radio tower. He'd sooner fall off than get a meaningful shot off, especially on herself.

Well, Gerard ignored her command. Thankfully, he didn't make the situation worse meaning that Justice didn't care enough to make it an issue. It was a welcome change from the interactions at the store.

[b]"Tourism."[/b] She said plainly. [b]"Just passing through this town."[/b]

While entirely the truth, it sounded like a complete lie. Tourism was often slang for special operations. If someone just openly stated that they were a tourist while at war, they were almost definitely up to something for the government.

With a brief flick of her hand, a thin paper folder materialized from her pocket. It was the papers she received when she had graduated. It had everything she needed on them. Most importantly, it stated her active deployment date as not right now. Thankfully, the marshal only needed one set. The thought of dealing with what could have happened to Silje's papers would have given her a conniption. They were probably half burnt and covered in grape soda.