[h3] Dean and Duke [/h3]

Dean stepped out of the elevator, his eyebrows raising nearly into his hairline at the little meeting that seemed to be happening. At least the rangers were there. They were on the ball, and as his eyes met the side of Duke’s face, he took a deep breath, letting it out through his nose, willing himself to make himself seen, “Well, what do we have? Tell me we have more information than we did yesterday. My wife is driving herself insane over all of this. Is there any information the rangers have?”

“Well, you called us down here. You asked for me, for some reason. I thought you might know something.” Duke chimed in, which got him a bit of a glare from Dean. It’s not like Dean didn’t know about his ‘thing’ with Esme. He just didn’t feel like he could say much, at all. He didn’t want to seem like a hypocrite.

“I know what you know. I just thought that since you had a bit of a…connection to the company, you would be the most trustworthy. My wife seems to think so.”

“Well, then Cap can handle this part of things, and I will go and see her. How about that? Spread out our resources.” Duke cut back, straightening his hat. He stood from the corner of Mika’s desk, shooting one more look at Dean, before patting Mika on the side of the face, “I’ll be right back. Let Anna read over some of the media stuff. She’s got a good eye, at least.”

And he stepped away, leaving Dean sighing, as he stepped over and leaned against the desk, glancing up to the Captain, “Give me what you know…so far. It’s all getting jumbled and messy with so many hands involved. We do know that there’s at least a massive security presence headed that way…to take care of the blockade.”

Duke walked away, walking straight to Esme’s office, a path that he knew oddly well, by this point. As he stepped up to the door, noticing that it was open a bit, he pushed it open even further and knocked, gentle so he wouldn’t startle Esme, and with the softest voice, “Hey. I know a lot is goin’ on, but are you good? You want some company?” Stepping into the room, Duke closed the door gently behind him and took his hat off, fiddling with it in his hands as he walked over to pet Sarah on the neck, “I’m letting Cap handle a bunch of that shit out there, and you look like you have your hands full. What can I do?”

[h3] Anna [/h3]



Anna couldn’t help but pry a bit, leaning in next to Sam’s side as Mika turned the computer toward them. She scanned over the photos, scanning over the article, and the passive aggressive way that it spoke about the rangers, and their work. Even though she wasn’t a ranger, a huge part of her was offended for them, considering that they were relying on the security firm to get them information. It was a give and take that sometimes felt a little one sided. Noticing the bodyguard in question, Anna tilted her head. He looked so familiar. Like…familiar to the point that it tugged at something in her chest. She didn’t say as such, at first, but her eyes did raise to look up at Duke. 

The tension in the room was palpable, and awkward. She knew it had something to do with the tangle of shit that she tried her hardest to stay out of, even though Duke was her shadow. Sighing, as Duke put her on the spot, Anna glared at him, as he walked away, turning her eyes back to the computer, “What do we know about her bodyguard? Are they…together together? Like, wouldn’t a stalker know that? Maybe she’s not directly the target of anything, if he’s just…jealous.”

[h3] Cason and Beau [/h3]

Cason watched as Natalia read over whatever was on her phone, scanning her face as if he could somehow read her mind. He dipped his head, his eyes wide and curious, “What was that about? I just saw a million things flash in front of those eyes. Don’t leave me in the dark here.” He reached up, uncaring for a moment that anyone else could see, and he brushed her hair behind her ear, brushing his thumb own the side of her face and over her chin, where he pinched gently. He tilted her head up so she had to meet his eyes, “Come on. Treat me like a bodyguard for five seconds…”



Beau was practically beaming as Rosie agreed but didn’t quite agree to go get drinks with him. The night needed to go perfectly, so perfectly that neither of them would be needed. They could get into something more comfortable, and pretend that they weren’t in the middle of the shit, “I’ll take the maybe.” His grin was wide, toothy and excitable before he snapped back to work mode, and nodded his head, “Alright. I’ll wait for them, and take the lead out there, when they get here. Do we have an ETA on that, or are we just flying by the seat of our pants…again?”