Re: Marriot's Bar
Sammy smiled back at Steve, leaning over the bar to offer her hand. A glimpse of her Glock might be possible where it nestled in a holster against her ribs. "Nice to meet you. I hear this is the place to be after a game. Did the local team win?"
She looked around, automatically noting any problem faces, counting the number of children and exits. It was impossible not to be Agent Fury on unfamiliar turf.
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