<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://uncccareer.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/blog2.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBF00"><br/>Mary-Ann Richard</span></span></div><br/><br/>Mary-Ann's eyes softened at Carlos' explanation. He really did seem to care about how everything was going to affect Lea. She was glad that Lea had someone like Carlos to look out for her, because she had a feeling the woman hadn't had something like that since leaving the precinct.<span style="color: #FFBF00"> "I'm going to have to agree with Carlos, here. I highly doubt your guys will be able to pull off being reporter types, though I'd be impressed if you could prove me wrong," </span>she said with a small smile, looking up to the tall man.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40BF00">"Not me an' my boys. But my cousin, u like 'im,"</span></span>Alfonzo said as he let a hand fall to Carlos' shoulder. If Mary-Ann wasn't mistaken, Carlos looked like he had been slightly surprised by Alfonzo's strength.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Oh? Cousin? Well this does sound a bit more interesting. Well, since we have a plan, perhaps we should get to it," </span>Mary-Ann said. She then turned to Carlos, a hand resting on her hip and the other hand brushing some hair out of her face,<span style="color: #FFBF00"> "Will you be coming with us? Or will you be staying here?" </span>she asked with a cocked brow. She was eager to get to work and the faster they went, the sooner they could get the story rolling. It would be best if the news hit before Lea got out of surgery and woke up. The woman would likely be out of it for a day or two with the drugs the doctors would likely keep her on for her shoulder and wrist, and if the shattered remote was anything to go by--she probably wouldn't care to watch television for a while.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Can I call my camera man now? We'll need to take a regular car. I feel like a news van sitting outside is going to be a dead giveaway on who we are..." </span>Mary-Ann said lightly as she picked her phone out of her pocket, already getting ready to call the man, though she was waiting for an answer before she would press call. She looked up to Alfonzo, "Any cars that aren't flashy? Or should we take mine?" she asked.