<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2a6tac2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Vivienne Beaux (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381786#msg12381786)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> New Orleans, Louisiana | August 2017 | 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray | Agents<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Mild Language<br/><hr/><br/>Vivienne admired how kind and generous Ryan was. It made what could be a bad day, much nicer with someone who had a positive attitude. She nodded, unsure of what to tell Vern when she was to talk with him about her car. Not being car savy herself put her in a complicated situation. All she knew was that it stopped working all together. It could be a number of things, the battery shouldn't be one.<br/><br/><strong>"Thats nice of your to offer!"</strong><br/><br/>She said enthusiastically, but that meant that she would need to give a complete stranger the address to her work. Quite frankly, she wasn't into the idea of working after the bullshit she had to go through getting there. Her job wasn't all that great anyway, having her own business was her real goal.<br/><br/><strong>"I'd hate to ask you to do that, besides - I might just go home. This day has been more complicated than I anticipated." </strong><br/><br/>Grateful that he offered, but guilt ridden to have to take her anywhere. It was when she was starting to feel relaxed when things got worse. Vivienne felt a lump in her throat when Ryan was told to put his hands in the air. There happened to be <strong>"1...2...3..4...What the actual fuck...four people, who are they?"</strong> Vivienne said in a hushed whisper. The guns, the suits, the way they looked with those ridiculous glasses. It was all so sudden...<br/><br/>Was it?<br/><br/>No, it definitely couldn't be the agents she heard about. They didn't look your average police. Was Ryan in some underground shit? Could the day be any worse?</div>