<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Leaving a marina<br/>Getting her bearings</strong><br/><br/>"Oh God!"  The Dixie mafia was on the prowl, was her first guess.  She held her had before her face to shield her eyes from the glare of th lights - a natural reaction which quite nicely obscured their features, stepping further of the driveway, shutting her eyes as they drew close to preserve her vision, turning quickly for a brief moment after they passed, trying to catch the license late number.  A small fish in a dangerous sea, she liked having odd bits of information like that.  She was no informer, and held such tidbits close to her modest chest.... but knowing things came in handy.<br/><br/>Food.  She was starving, that could be taken care of without too much trouble, she hoped.  A wave at the guard shack, she slipped around the barrier and trudged off into the night, relaxing a tiny bit.