<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"><br/>"Yeah...Tom Landman, why? Is he okay?" </span>Lea asked with worry. She liked Tom a lot, he was a good guy and he had been looking out for her ever since she had started working at the club. He hadn't been at work in a few days, but she figured the boss had just given him a different shift, but Delgado's next words froze her,<span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Dress yourself, Stevens. I haul you in. Your bouncer, he is in hospital in critical condition. Someone ran him over with his car on Tuesday night. We believed it to be some hit-and-run. But now it looks like someone wanted to remove a witness who could identify him. You are the other one. He will not take risks with you once he learns that you have spoken to an officer and neither will I. I take you off the streets, Stevens."</span></span><br/><br/>For a second Lea was frozen, completely and totally unable to comprehend the words that came out of Delgado's mouth. Then, everything sped up again and she began to process everything. She stood up frantically, kicked off her shoes, and began to put on some clothes. She put on a simple bra unlike the one she had on during her performance and threw on a green turtle neck sweater. She then shimmied out of her mini skirt in favor of some blue jeans and grabbed the shoes and socks she had come into work with. Simple, practical, easy to run in.<br/><br/>She then darted for her purse, quickly grabbing the two packs of white powder next to it and slipping them back into the bag. She looked at Delgado both in fear and anger.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I am not going down to the station! You said I got to choose and I am not choosing the station. I like my streets just fine, Delgado! I have work to do, you know!"</span>Delgado looked rather irritated by her and she shrank back in fear, bumping against the vanity.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I ain't going...I gotta...I gotta visit Tom," </span>she said weakly, tears coming to her eyes. Damn, why was Delgado so fucking scary? And why did Tom have to get hurt--it was all her fault.