THE NIGHT CITY GROWS;

KT and Mo strike again. This time the mumu has zombies!!

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the world is a cold, cold place to be | Dylan + Lei

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Dylan playfully rolled her eyes as the woman corrected her.  “Yeah, well air narc sounds like a more accurate job description if you asked me,” she smirked, not completely buying that she wasn’t an air marshal herself.  If she was it wouldn’t have mattered, Dylan snuck what little bit of pot she had in her luggage.  If anybody wanted to question the blonde it would have to wait until they landed in Bumfuck, Nowhere.  Or where ever they were heading.  

“Is that you warning me not to talk during the flight?” She teased not ready to back down from her snap judgement of the brunette.  “Because I can warn you now I do have headphones, but good luck keeping me quiet for six hours.”  She remarked with a playful wink.  

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Lei took in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, keeping herself facing forward. Still, she felt a small rush of excitement at Dylan's playful wink. It was stupid, she knew it was, but she couldn't help it. Having celebrity crushes was impossible to avoid in the world, right? No, that wasn't right, Lei knew that, but she needed to believe something so she didn't feel like a fool. Dylan didn't need to know that though. Nor did she need to know she was getting to Lei in any sort of form or fashion.

She turned her head, trying to give a hint of a smile to sell her act of being composed, "You're free to do whatever you want, miss." Lei assured, making her professionalism practically ooze out to deter the blond from talking to her. No one liked to talk to someone that was that collected, it was one of the bodyguard 101 lessons her father taught her when dealing with a certain kind of client. Sure Dylan was just a B-movie actress that, according to her IMBD, hadn't done anything in years, but celebrities were just people at the end of the day.

"I'm here to get from point A to point B, just like you. But I do fall asleep on planes a lot, so our conversations will be very minimal." Truthfully Lei ran on very little sleep, but she could fake it for the sake of her own pride.

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the world is a cold, cold place to be | Dylan + Lei

Dylan settled into her window seat as everybody around her migrated around each other trying to stuff their overpacked luggage in places it wouldn’t fit. It made Dylan thankful for her tendency to pack light. She rested her head against the window as she braved herself to say goodbye to the San Francisco skyline. At least for now.

Now she needed to go deal with her mess of a mother who managed to contract some sort of bizarre virus. The young woman had invested so much time and energy into hoping her mother would contract some sort of mutant strain of super hepatitis it was a mystery to even her why she was going back.  It certainly wasn’t for sentimental value.  In fact she was almost certain it was a ploy to leech the precise amount of sympathy and money from her, but even she had to admit the older woman sounded like shit on the phone. She almost couldn’t wait to say it to her face.

The blonde was torn from her revenge fantasy as somebody took the seat next to her. She quirked an eyebrow slightly as she didn’t recall them putting away any luggage, and it didn’t look like she was dressed for a business trip either. Propping her elbow against the window, and her head against her hand she turned to face the woman next to her, “What’s up with the no luggage, are you like an Air Marshal or something?” She prodded bluntly. “Being a sky narc does sound like it could have its perks,” she shrugged.

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Lei really wasn’t all about leaving San Francisco that day, she actually didn’t want to even a little. But what was she to do? She had been hired to protect someone and when one’s livelihood relied on being a hired bodyguard, there wasn’t much room to complain. Plus, her dad was only going to be a state away rather than states away if she took the job. If she had needed more convincing to take the job, that would have been the deciding factor for her. Even if that meant she was going to have to fly on an airplane not be the one piloting it. Her professionalism extended from start to finish, which meant she didn’t take along many personal belongings. Lei would be able to buy new belongings when she landed and live comfortably while under contract. Or so she was hoping, and as if trying to give some sort of foreshadowing, the person next to her started talking without being talked to first.

Being who she was and doing what she did, the girl didn’t bother actually looking at who she was sitting next to when sitting on the plane. She didn’t consider herself someone others would target, she was the one that protected the people who were targets. Hearing the person’s comments helped solidify that she was going to start finding ways to fly herself to new jobs rather than fly public. Except, there was something about the voice that seemed... recognizable. She turned her head and took in the person who was accusing her of being an Air Marshall and Lei instantly recognized her as someone she had seen before. Albeit not in person. There was a split second where she actually didn’t know what to say, but her facial expression merely looked as if she was assessing the situation. Which, in a way, she was.

“An air narc?” She scoffed, her first instinct to be to deflect attention off herself and do so by any means that had to be taken. Even if that included scoffing in front of someone that was a slightly celebrity crush at one very confusing time in her life, “If someone is an Air Marshall, you’d probably be better off not saying they’re one,” Lei turned her head, hands resting in her lap as she faced forward trying to see where the flight attendants were, “they’re very irritable people who don’t like to be bothered at work.”