the ground could open, he could still say please

[slavophile]

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[lengthened]

( Like in Shephard's volleyball days, the ball dropped with minimal notice, but also like in his volleyball days, he continues to spike it when need be, rarely missing. He does everything with precision. This is the first ball that's dropped at his feet that he's let hit the sand. But, he reminds himself, this is his choice. And it's more than his choice. It doesn't just effect him.

Alys intervenes when it's necessary but holds back when their are those higher ranked than her. She has held ranks higher than this. She likes her level. This is her sweet spot, helping but not being involved in the coordinating. It's easier. It reminds her less of days gone by.

Backup they'll get.)

I'll leave within the hour.

( She places a hand on Shephard's shoulder, pauses a moment for him and his family, and takes her leave.

Shepard finally speaks again.

"Don't tell anyone." )

[swillpot]

[Alexander shrugs.]

Don't tell anyone what?

[As far as he's concerned, they weren't talking about anything. And he'll take Jackson and get back to work.

Annie lingers behind, but only until she's sure that Shipp doesn't want to talk anymore.]

[pricetags]

Let's drink.

( And off they go to the seedy bar on the corner to drink and not talk for the time being. )