I'm Here to Kick Ass

"Um..." Ryanne blinked and looked around. "Over here," she said, walking toward her bedroom. She hadn't thought of that before hand, but since her bedroom was already set up like a camp-site, another sleeping bag could easily be set up. "I'll just grab another sleeping bag," she said.
 
He raised an eyebrow, looking rather surprised at the state of her room. "Alright..." Was his response, seeming a bit off put. She was far more paranoid than he had expected her to be, she was borderline neurotic about this. He still couldn't blame her for it, her life was at stake but he felt a need to help her feel a bit safer.
 
She came back after a moment with a blue sleeping bag in her arms. "You must think I'm crazy," Ryanne said, turning red. She laughed nervously. "Probably one of the craziest people you've worked for, right?"

Ryanne set the bag down. "Anyway, are you hungry?" she asked.
 
He blinked, looking up to her a bit surprised. "You aren't crazy, you're life is at stake..." Was his plain reply while he sighed looking around for a moment. "I was in the military, I've worked for far... far crazier people..." He offered a small chuckle, trying to cheer her up before he gave a nod. "Yea, some grub would be nice."
 
She smiled and laughed gently. "Well, if you say so," Ryanne replied. She turned away. "I'll go make something to eat. Don't worry, I'm a pretty good cook," she told him.
 
Solomon gave a grateful nod and followed her out, though he returned to the living room, once more working at her make shift defenses. He went about returning it to a livable stat while keeping it safe.
 
She set down two bowls of noodles on the counter. "Okay... I need to get some groceries, so for now we'll have to eat this," she said.
 
He gave a nod in response, accepting what she had to offer for food. "Thanks..." He replied taking up one of the bowls and leaning against the wall, slurping away at them.
 
"Do you think you could... Escort me to the store later?" she asked, eating slowly. "I really do need to stock up on things." Ryanne looked up at him, then looked a little past him, out the window. She could see movement in the building across the street, though it was just a woman closing the curtains.
 
He gave a quick nod in response, it was his job after all. He caught her gaze and quickly moved to get a bead on what she saw only to sigh, noting the curtains closing. He picked the bowl back up soon finishing it before dumping it in the sink and cracking his knuckles. "Just tell me when."
 
She nodded and continued eating, breathing a small sigh of relief. A few moments later, she had washed her own bowl and was grabbing her jacket. "Let's go now, before it starts getting dark," she said.
 
Solomon just nodded, grabbing his keys and his gun, putting each in their respective spots before heading out the door. His head once more on a swivel while he motioned her to follow. Quickly he made his way to his truck, opening the door for her like a proper gentleman.
 
She nodded politely and got into the truck, murmuring a "thank you." She poked her head out of the window again to look at him. "Are you like a... Strong, silent type?" she asked, laughing gently. "I like talking a lot, so I don't want to annoy you."
 
He looked a bit surprised, "Not neccessarily, I'm just not sure what to talk about... and we just met..." He replied with a nod before moving around to the drivers side. Starting the car he pulled out, watching the road. "I would say i'm strong however, quite strong." It was mainly a tease but it held some truth.
 
She laughed a little. "That's good to know," she replied. She turned to him as he drove. "So, is there anything you'd like to know about me?" she asked, "We did just meet, so we should get to know eachother."
 
He glanced to her, a bit surprised. "What originally got you in this mess?" He asked with a plain tone, not seeing much need to belabour the issue too much if she didn't want to tell him. "And you can ask me questions,"
 
"Well... A while ago I had a history project, I had to write an essay on the Kennedy assasination," Ryanne hesitated a little, "Anyway, I hacked into the government database, just for some simple info, y'know? They caught me, but since it wasn't a really big offense, I got off with... Well, with like two months of juvy."

She turned to him. "Anyway, later, someone tipped me off about this sick government project. I didn't try anything for a while but... I got curious, so I hacked in again... I'm sure you can guess how that worked out."

Ryanne tried to smile a little. "So... You're ex-military right?"
 
He raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by it. Why wouldn't he be though, after all she did manage to piss off the government. With a small sigh he shook his head, "Serious trouble..." He spoke with a small chuckle before looking back to the road, swerving to miss a cat before he replied to her question. "Yea, I did my service and got out... saw too many friends die."
 
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," she said quietly, putting her head down a little. "What made you go into this bodyguard business?"
 
He gave a small sigh, keeping his eyes on the road and gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I needed money after I left and I only have a certain set of skills..." Was his simple response.
 
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