#RedrockAgency – April 27, 2017

Jason eventually made his way into the gym after a few hours of cartoons with Li and Ilyna. He's standing atop a bench against the wall, mounting the plaques he had made all that time ago that never found a home after Rellis' attack on their building. The mounts are all in place but the plaques are in a box beside the bench aside from one he has just finished with. He places a hand against the wall beside it to help with his

Tank enters the gym, dressed in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, towel slung over her shoulder and a water bottle in hand. She makes it a few steps in before noticing Jason. She stops and turns, folding her arms across her chest as she studies the plaque, saying nothing.

Jason studies the plaque in silence for a few moments before seeming to notice Tank. A sheepish smile crosses his lips as he rotates in place to look her way. Metallic and rectangular, the plaque is simple aside from a slight flourish decorating the corners of the border. "Hey, Tank." he greets, giving a brief glance back at the plaque. It reads 'Justus Tacitus'. "Just... hanging a few things. Don't worry, I should be out of your

Tank furrows her eyebrows slightly as she reads the name, and it takes a moment before she responds. "Justus. Sounds... turian?"

Jason nods, a lopsided smirk on his face. "Yeah..." he says. "Old friend." Despite his smirk there's a slight sadness in his features as he looks to the plaque again, but it disappears just as quickly as it appeared. As if unwilling to settle on that for too long, his gaze moves to the box beside the bench.

Tank seems a little surprised by this, but makes no further comment. She starts making her way towards one of the weight machines, glancing towards the box as she goes. "This is dangerous job. You have lost many?"

Jason gives a drawn out sigh, his smirk slowly fading away. "Too many." he says softly. He lowers into a seated position on the edge of the bench as he reaches into the box for another plaque. The one on the top of the stack has the name 'Damien Monroe' engraved across the center of it. He looks it over for a moment before patting it against the palm of his hand. "Like you said. Dangerous job." he repeats with a deep breath as he

Tank remains standing, one hand on the machine, as she notices Jason's solemn mood. She nods slightly, even though he can't see it. "I am new to this job. But I did dangerous job once. CT. Losing someone you fought alongside... never easy. Many people think Earth is peaceful... no need for fighters. Not so simple. On planet with eleven billion people, always someone with grudge, yes? Someone wanting to explode building, kidnap

Jason listens with his back to Tank as he hangs Damien's plaque. As she finishes, he pauses what he's doing, holding the rectangular plaque in place, as he glances back over his shoulder. "I don't know." he sighs, "I mean-... yeah. There's always going to be people taking advantage of people no matter where you go. Hell, I did a few tours out in the Attican Traverse. Saw the lowest pieces of filth the galaxy had to offer. Made it

Tank listens in silence, and at first offers only a nod in response as she lies down, gripping the weights. "That is my hope." she says as she looks up at the ceiling. "I do not like what I have seen of so-called justice on this world, so I hope your words are true. That Redrock is right place to help." she concludes before starting her workout routine with a quiet grunt.

Jason drops down off of the bench to get another plaque as Tank speaks. "That makes two of us." he says, offering a slightly more sincere smile. It's short-lived as he looks over the plaque. Maria Penttilä. Redrock sure helped her out. And where is she now? He sucks in another deep breath and forces it out of his mind. "We're sure as hell going to try." he adds before climbing back atop the bench to put her name among the others.

Tank resigns herself to silence as her focus turns to her exercising, a few quiet grunts the only response received. She's certainly not holding back, and eventually beads of sweat start to form, rolling down the scaly growths on her neck, her silver cross necklace sticking to her chest.

Jason quietly ensures that the plaques are straight. After a few moments he climbs off the bench and pushes the box against the wall with his boot. He takes a few steps back and looks over his handy work in silence for a minute. Finally, he turns back towards Tank. "I'm gonna get a bit of air." he says, breaking the silence as he cocks a thumb towards the door.

Tank glances over and gives a sharp not and a slightly strained grunt, not wanting to interrupt her routine to say a more proper goodbye.

Jason closes up the box before making his exit into the hall and starting back towards the rec room.

Vasquez is sitting at the table in the rec room, a more than a little tired look on her as she looks over the datapad she has in one hand, the other reaching for her coffee cup.

Jason forces a smirk into place as he spots Vasquez at the table. "Long day?" he asks as he crosses the room towards the fridge.

Vasquez sips her coffee and gives a slightly exaggerated groan in response. "Could say that... it's hard to convince Citadel Space orgs that we're a legitimate company when we're based out here. Raises questions sometimes. But... we should be good. I'm calling it for the day, anyway. Can't take anymore of this bullshit right now." she says with a grunt, releasing the cup to rub her face. Her gaze remains glued to the

Jason snorts with a shake of his head as he grabs a beer from the fridge and pops the top off of it. "Well that's.... good....?" he says before throwing his cap into the trash and taking a quick swig of his drink. He holds his beer bottle up to the light and peers through the yellowish-brown liquid for a moment. A confused look crosses his face, but he quickly loses interest in whatever may have caught his eye and moves over

Vasquez shoots Jason a brief glance before looking back to the datapad, scrolling down with a swipe of her fingers. "What've you been up to? Thought I heard Li earlier..."

Jason gives a snicker to accompany a nod. "Yeah... Li and Ilyna were up here. We watched some cartoons. Super Centurion." he says with a slow nod, as if Vasquez should be jealous. His smirk widens. "They took off a while ago so I decided to finally get around to hanging up those plaques in the gym..." He leans down and collects the box containing the Asajura book that he left beside the leg of his chair earlier. "Halisi..." he

Vasquez smirks slightly, but it fades as Jason mentions the plaques, and her gaze moves away from the datapad as she looks him over, giving a small nod. Her gaze follows his hand as he bends down to collect the book, and she raises an eyebrow in confusion. "She gave you a book..." She trails off mid-sentance, her expression going blank. A long sigh follows as she closes her eyes, bringing a hand up to her temple and

Jason bites his lower lip as the realization hits Vasquez and glances off to the side, giving a few slow nods. "It's no big deal, Linda. Really. I mean, you've had a fuck ton on your mind." He forces a smile back into place in hope of alleviating whatever guilt she may have, "Hell, I wouldn't have remembered it if someone hadn't reminded me." he jokes.

Vasquez slumps back in her seat, letting out a frustrated grunt. "Jason... shit. I didn't-..." she bites her lips, shaking her head before knocking her knuckles against her forehead. "I'm-... I'm so sorry. I can't beli-..." She looks over at him, her expression a mix of embarassment, guilt and frustration. "That's why you were asking about-..." She puts the datapad down and gets out of her seat, reaching out for one of

Jason furrows his brow and gestures dismissively with his beer. "Seriously, Linda. Don't worry about it. With everything going on-... the wedding and-..." he points towards Vasquez' belly with the bottom of his beer, "...And all this craziness with your mom? It's fine." he assures. "Besides..." he continues, gaining a hopeful look, "...It's not over yet. I was just about to drop this book off in my office and then head up onto

Vasquez gains a small smile and nods as she looks him over. "I'll be right there." she agrees, grabbing the datapad from behind her and collapsing it.She leans in for a quick kiss before passing by him to head out of the room, the datapad being stuffed into one of her pockets.

Jason remains in place until after Vasquez has left the room. He lets out a brief sigh before heading on his way to drop the gift off in his office and grab his own jacket.

Vasquez awaits Jason's arrival at the bottom of the roof access ladder, now wearing her olive-green winter coat. She still looks tired, but a smile spreads across her face when he arrives.

Jason zips his brown canvas jacket as he nears the ladder. He returns Vasquez' smile with a lopsided smirk and gestures for her lead the way. He steps to the side of the ladder, one hand along the side of it. "You good? Gloves? Hat? Pretty cold out there." he says. Even if he would never admit it (Most likely due to the fact that Vasquez would hit him), Vasquez' pregnancy has definitely caused him to express a bit more concern

Vasquez grabs a ladder rung with a shake of her head and starts climbing, grinning slightly to herself. "I think I'll survive."

Jason shrugs his shoulders and remains at the bottom. "If you say so." He watches until she reaches the roof. He gives an obnoxious whistle. "Not a bad view from down here." he teases.

Vasquez lets out an exasperated, but undeniably affectionate sigh of the sort that has long-since become commonplace in their relationship as she finishes her climb, opening the hatch and exiting onto the roof. She looks down at Jason from above. "There's still time to cancel the wedding, you know." she calls out.

Jason glances upward with a look of mock offense before beginning his own climb. "Uh huh. Sure. Whatever you say." As he nears the top, he climbs out onto the roof and back to his feet. He swats at his pantleg, dusting off a bit of snow from the roof. "Ya know, you talk big but I'm beginning to suspect you might actually like me." he continues to tease as he looks to Vasquez through a smile. He holds a hand up, allowing just a

Vasquez closes the hatch once Jason is out, studying him with a raised eyebrow. "You're imagining things." she says, grinning as she steps closer to him, slipping her arms around his neck and studying his face.

Jason rolls his eyes, but his smirk remains as he slides his arms around Vasquez' waist, folding his hands at the small of her back. "Right, right. That must be it. Just my imagination getting the best of me. Please. Forgive me."

Vasquez briefly look as if she's weighing her options, but eventually offers a small nod. "In time." she says, her grin returning briefly, but it fades just as quick, barely-begun snicker turning into a sigh halfway through as she lowers her gaze to Jason's shoulder. "I can't believe I forgot..." she repeats in a mutter. "There's no excuse."

Jason cocks an eyebrow as Vasquez returns to her guilt trip. "Well, I mean, you are kind of a shithead." he sighs, "But it's fine, it's fine. You know, I just curled up on the couch. All alone. Cried for a few hours. All alone. Ate a whole carton of ice cream. All alone." His smirk returns and he gives her a bit of a shake, "Seriously, Linda." he relents, "It's no big deal. Besides, you're gonna make it up to me."

Vasquez closes her eyes with a sigh, stuck somewhere halfway between wanting to punch him or apologize again. The shake causes her to snap out of it however, and she looks up at him with a questioning look. "I am?"

Jason gives a nod. "Absolutely. See, I was thinking... I mean, we've still got that Blasto outfit from Halloween." he deadpans, "No reason for it to go to waste. Figure you could put that bad boy on and-..." he briefly lowers his voice to a whisper, "...we've both been on the extranet. Eh? Eh? Things could get really weird tonight." He's only able to get halfway through the final sentence before he's speaking through laughter.

Vasquez 's expression quickly turns almost aggressively unamused, her mouth little more than a thin line as she tries to contain her reaction. She ends up just staring at him in silence for a moment before nodding to herself a few times as she extracts herself from the embrace, turning away just as a muffled 'Kmpf' comes through. "You're such an idiot." she says through gritted teeth, even as she struggles to suppress any

Jason takes a moment to get over the recalled image of Vasquez in that ridiculous pink bodysuit. As his snickering dies down, he takes in a deep breath of cold air and moves to Vasquez' side. He reaches for her hand as he falls silent, simply enjoying the view. And what a view it is, whichever way you look. The mountains in one direction, beyond what seems to be a never-ending sheet of snow. The rest of Freedom Falls in the other

Vasquez 's hand twitches almost imperceptively as Jason reaches for it, but it's followed almost immediately by a squeeze as her concious reaction follows. She looks out at the lights of the town, the refinery and factories standing tall to the east. There's a brief moment where it looks like she might protest, but instead she nods, her smile returning. "Yeah... that... sounds like a great idea actually." she says,

Jason's smirk widens and he lifts Vasquez' hand up, pressing a kiss against the back of it. "Great." he says softly, seemingly content to just enjoy the view and the company of his soon-to-be wife.