#Miner'sRespite – September 11, 2017

Nathan has spent most of his shift idly wandering the bar, chatting to a few patrons here and there then retreating back to the security office. He has, for once, elected to only wear the spare combat vest he owns rather than his full array of gear and weaponry. He's currently got his feet kicked up onto the desk and is laying back in the chair, flicking through the monitors whilst his music plays in the

Leah offers Nathan her usual, cheerful smile. But it disappears soon after. She's dressed in her usual attire: Black pants, clunky unlaced black boots, and a white shirt beneath her light blue jacket. "Hey, Nate..." she says as she gives a short nod in response. "Yeah I-... are you busy?" she asks, scrunching up her nose as she looks to the terminal. "If you're busy I can come back later!"

Nathan smirks and motions to the monitors. "Oh yes, I am very busy with my staring at screens, lazing in a chair and-" He pauses to reach down to a small bag where he pulls out a strip of dried meat, waving it in the air. "-eating some dried varren." He waves her in, pulling his legs down so that he can turn in the chair to look at her. "What's on your mind?"

Leah seems to ease up somewhat, allowing a small smile to return to her face as she steps further into the room. But, once again, it fades away upon hearing Nathan's question. "I need to talk." she says tentatively. "Actually, I need to ask you for a favor. And-... and it's a big one." she elaborates, wincing in discomfort over the whole situation. She brings a hand up, palm outward towards Nathan and gives a shake of her head

Nathan sits there looking across to her with a small smile and, throughout her rant, he nods and hums and ahs, seeming to be deep in thought and looking at the negatives and positives of such an outrageous request upon him. "Mhmm. Mhm. Mmmmhmm. Okay, okay." He leans forwards, resting his elbows on his knees and bridging his fingers together so he can rest his chin upon them, peering at her with a curious

Leah glances down to the floor, her brow furrowing once again as she considers the word vomit she just spewed. "Oh." she says softly. Her gaze raises to meet his once again and she gives a sigh, "Guess that's important, huh?" She gives an embarassed frown before crossing the rest of the room and taking a seat at the edge of the desk beside Nathan. "Okay, so, it's about Tara. More specifically, I guess, it's about the people who

Nathan 's smile slowly starts to fade as she talks, his look growing to that of painful familiarity. His thoughts went back to the slaver he pinned in the alleyway, eager to beat some answers out of him for what he did. So, yeah, he knew what kind of people came through Falls. He looks back to her, nodding gently as she concludes. "I see..." He sighs heavily, running a hand through his already silvering hair

Leah gives a disgusted sigh. "Her former owners." she nearly spits, "She's registered as a 'runaway slave' now. So... I plan on contacting them. Telling them I've found her and I'm ready to turn her in for the reward." she explains, kicking softly at the desk with the heel of her boot as she explains. "Tara seems confident that if I do, the head of their house will come in person. And that's when I'll kill him." she says, the

Nathan sighs softly and looks up to Leah, quiet in thought as he mulls through her plan. He couldn't argue with her desire to kill the owner. After all, it's probably what he would do in her position and probably with a lot more force. But there was something nagging at him, something that made him want to refuse. "So it's a house. If it truly is the head of the the house, he won't come alone. You know that,

Leah nods along, only raising her gaze to meet him for a brief moment before returning her attention to her boot as it taps against the desk. "I'm pretty sure I can count on Mendez to help, too." she says, her voice growing more quiet as she realizes how crazy her plan must sound, "So.... That makes three." She swallows hard, giving the desk a few more taps, each slightly more harder than the previous, and then looks back to

Nathan now stands up, starting to lightly pace as he listens, keeping his arms folded across his chest. His brow furrows and he clucks his tongue, stopping when he reaches the far wall. Which, really, isn't that far. So a few steps then a stop. He refocuses and turns back to her, waving a hand lightly with a slightly irritated expression. "Wait, you want me to blow up a town? Look, I'm all for killing

Leah shakes her head a number of times as he speaks and the headshaking only intensifies the more he speaks, causing her ponytail to bounce back and forth behind her head. "No! Of course not!" She winces and tilts her head apologetically, "I mean-... Not an entire town. It's more of an outpost..." she clarifies, seemingly realizing just as the words leave her mouth that it's probably not going to help the situation. "I'm just

Nathan rubs his forehead and shakes his head. "Sorry, sorry... you just know my history with large areas of buildings and explosives. I didn't mean to-... I never would thi-...". He huffs and instead moves over to the desk, dropping besides her with a large thud as he leans on his legs. "I get what you mean... and I think it could work, but... if this is a slaver house, then they'll have resources. Men,

Leah raises her head from her hand as Nathan agrees. Her bright green eyes light up and a smile slowly crosses her face from ear-to-ear. "Thank you, Nate!" she blurts out enthusiastically as she tosses her arms around him and gives him a big hug. "Thank you, soo much! And Tara thanks you, too! I promise we're going to do this right! And I'm going to do all the digging I can to get you-... umm.... a layout of the place!

Nathan briefly flails as he is taken by surprise from the sudden hug and he has to grab the desk in an effort to stop himself from tipping off of it. She may be small, but he was completely unprepared. Yeah, that's what he'll tell himself. He gives her a small smile, returning the hug briefly with a single arm before she pulls back. For a moment, he's expecting her to launch off into a rant again, but at her

Leah settles back onto the desk, scooting back a little bit. She gives a wide shake of her head in response to his question, her smile fading away once more as she instantly regrets even mentioning it. "No-.... No, it's-..." She forces a small smile back into place that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It's complicated, Nate." she says with a deep sigh, almost apologetically, well aware that she's dodging the question. "I should

Nathan blinks as she... partly dodges the question. Well, it just makes him more suspicious if he was being honest with himself. He gives her a flat look and a small sigh, nodding and waving her off. "Fine, fine. It's none of my business I suppose." He stands up, shoving a hand into his jeans pocket as he nods and gives her a small thumbs up, smiling a little bit. "Alright. Get me as much information as you

Leah's smile wavers as he mentions it being none of his business and, for a moment, she seems about to interrupt. But the moment passes and she simply chews her bottom lip as she listens to him continue. When he finishes, she gives a couple of nods. "See you around." she repeats back to him before turning to face the door and starting towards it. When she reaches the door, she places a hand on the frame and gives a glance back

Nathan looks after her as she walks off, opening his mouth to respond but, by then, the door closes. He sits there looking both perplexed and... well, he's not sure what. All he was sure about was the fact he was going to help her, regardless of how crazy or hopeless her plan was. And, credit to her, the plan isn't too bad bar the serious lack of numbers on their side. He sinks back into the chair and turns