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Maybe Clapet should make all the alcohol on board. We'd never have to worry about anyone getting wasted on the network.

On second thought, what else would we do with all this spare time? [Guess who hates being idle.]

[Filtered to wardens-who-were-inmates]

Why the hell are you still here?

[Private to Dick, added later]

So you made the mistake of talking to both of them too.

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[Aaaaugh he is going to hate this when he finds out it's touchy feely. :c] When am I not available, Kay?

When you sleep. I guess I'm comin' over now, then.

e[Pause. He's hidden everything away, but. Paranoia.] I'm going out of my skull here. I'll come to you.

[Longer pause as he looks at the pictures on his wall. He almost opts for some other neutral ground, but-] Fine. New room is Level 6 Cabin 17.

[He doesn't bother responding, just heads right on up to the new room, and before long he's knocking smartly, one two three on his door.]

[The door is opened after he checks a camera (that looks like the peephole) connected to his computer. The sound of several locks came undone and he opened up. ...To a deceptively mundane looking room.] Come in. [He steps out of the way.]

[Cooper just arches an eyebrow at the sounds of the locks, and he glances at them all as he steps in. Jesus. He wouldn't mind having that much security.]

[Such is the room of two genius spies that are experts in security systems. Thankfully, other genius spy isn't around at the moment and there's the nice smell of freshly made coffee.

He goes and has a seat on his couch.]

Alright, sit down or this is gonna be even fuckin' weirder.

[Oh God coffee. Coffee smells so very, very good. But Kay is getting a Very Weird Look for that as Cooper looks for a chair, cause pft. Not sitting next to him.]

Why is this going to be weird?

Because it is. [He points to the matching wingback and waits for Cooper to take a seat.]

I was thinking about the conversation we had before. About what makes you an inmate and me a warden. ...A long time ago, I knew an incredibly beautiful woman. She had a laugh that could push the clouds away and anger that would kick up a storm. And before you ask if this story has a point. It does. [He stops and checks his watch, then glances to Cooper to make sure he's following.]

[Well. That was really all he was going to ask, so Cooper just stays seated, back straight, sitting on the edge. Seriously, Kay, what is this about.] Right.

[He nods quickly, and taps his fingers against his palm as he contemplates what to say.] I got to know her very well, actually when I was assigned to protect her, and I fell head over heels. But this was a bad idea, as she was a legitimate Crowned Princess and ambassador, practically Queen already. A year later our daughter was born. And someone decided that they wanted to kidnap her as a political pawn. So I had a choice. Put my family in a position where they would most likely die and respect the laws of non-involvement, or do something about it and put a fuck of a lot more people at risk.

[He sighed out his nose.] I managed to save my daughter, but I never got to see her grow up. Didn't save her mother. And I had to clean up my mess after practically inviting hostile aggressors to attack both my agency and innocent lives.

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[Well if he wasn't stiff before - and he was - he's stiffer now. What the hell is this about? Why the fuck would Kay share this with him if - oh God. Are they supposed to bond? That's what this is, isn't it. God, they'd have a better opportunity of bonding while shooting each other.]

Sounds tough, [he said slowly, because the fuck else is he supposed to say? How do you even go about bonding? What the hell?]

[He stops and pinches the bridge of his nose.] Yeah, well... The point is I'm a warden because I knew the consequences of my actions when I took them, I held myself accountable for them, and I made my choices as I felt morally obligated. Like I'm doing now. I want you to get back to your family. You got one, you deserve to be with it and see your kids grow up. But I need to know now if you think another warden could get that done for you more quickly. I don't want to jerk you around for a couple of years until you go half mad. And some people do get stuck here for that fuckin' long. [Bonding is hard, okay! It makes you feel all weird and wrong and stuff.]

[Very weird and wrong and fuck this noise, Kay, Cooper is not having any of it.] I'm not staying here for years. I haven't made any mistakes, and I've been accountable for my actions!

[Decisions made in combat, tactical situations, sure. Decisions that may have gotten other people killed. But he's still just a tool, he just gets a job done and doesn't much think about it.]

No you don't, Cooper. Just because you don't know about a mistake doesn't mean it hasn't been made and your superiors will blame it on you when it comes to light. And it could be a mistake in the making. [He rubs the back of his neck.] If you don't have any guilt, you have to consider expediency. But... Now I'm asking you to make a decision. And I ask it knowing that it's going to knock my ass back four months and yours two. If you say you'd rather stick with me then I'll... come up with something. If not, you'll leave the room [probably with no certain memory of this conversation, since he didn't want just anyone knowing about Laurana] and I'll stay your warden until there's a changeover.

[He wants to burst out about how he knew the dangers of the CIA when he signed on, and about how he's defending his country in a way he couldn't as a marine, and how his superiors are his superiors for a God damned reason, but he swallows that down and spreads his hands, giving Kay a look.]

I say yes,and who the hell do I get assigned to? Some kid? Someone who doesn't think anyone should handle a gun? You work for an Agency same as I do. You kill people for a living, same as me. And I bet at some point you had to tell that Princess of yours, sorry, sweetie, that's classified, or it's nothing, I just walked into a door.

[He didn't really want to even mention his own family life that much, but like hell he'd explain it to someone who he wasn't positive knew exactly what it was like.] I'm not telling that to someone else. You want to convince me that I'm a bad guy, go ahead and try. It's not like anyone else could do it better.

[By which he means he won't be convinced, but hey, maybe it sounded a little like a compliment.]

I didn't once say you were bad people Cooper. I don't think you are. Honest to god I think you're a hair away from being a warden. As for the job I think your wife and kids should be kept as far away from it as possible, and the more specialized and lucrative you become the bigger a risk that they're going to be under.

[He rubs his forehead for a moment.] I'm getting some coffee. [Which he got up to go over and get some.] Everyone here gets too hung up like the difference between inmates is good and evil, but I've seen plenty of 'em that seem like normal people that made mistakes. I don't think you're all that off and all I have to go on how to deal with it is how I treat inductees. It's frustrating as shit.

[The idea that his family could be in danger wasn't a new one to him, and it wasn't real. Not yet. He kept his job and his home life separate, he used fake names, he protected them. He didn't slip up. It wouldn't be real to him until he was in over his head.

When Kay got up, he stayed seated, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.] What, the Admiral didn't provide a training packet?

Are you fuckin' kidding me? I didn't know about the three warden rules until I went back on the network and read. All I saw was people dicking each over again and again. Honestly, there's not much difference between the wardens and the inmates except for that whole one is more aware of the consequences than the other.

[He returned with two cups of coffee and put one in on the coffee table in case Cooper decided he wanted it, if not oh well.] I can't fucking stand it sometimes and there are double standards about every goddamn thing. The most info I got was your file.

[He took the coffee, but didn't drink it. He hadn't watched Kay pour it, and general suspicion had him holding onto it until he could get a good whiff. Which wasn't hard to do; coffee smelled good. He was just looking for anything that might not.]

Which was invasive enough, [He muttered.] What are the three warden rules?

One's easy. Don't sleep with your inmate. Apparently this has been a problem in the past. The other two are don't show excessive violence to an inmate and don't kill out of revenge. Those two are harder. [Because there were times that death toll looked like a damn tempting torture device.] You have to operate strictly off self-discipline. And a fuckin' few who want to appoint themselves in charge of all the wardens which just pisses all the rest of them off. [He's less mad than he was... still mad, but less mad.]

[That got a snort, and he took a small sip of coffee, tasting it carefully before swallowing.]

Sounds like a load of bullshit. [A huge, ridiculous load.]

It is. That's why I went back home for a few months. I needed the organization again. [And the closest thing he had to a family.] Does she know you have to kill people?

[He grunts, and it seems like he isn't going to answer for a moment.] She might have guessed. I can't tell her. Not allowed.

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