<div class="floatright">(http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g323/shmband/langlois_2206264b_zpsb6mppd1l.jpg)</div>Drew looked out the window and snorted.<br/><br/>"I'm a civilian in a car with three feds talking about a bikini clad victim," he sniggered,  "and you're worried<em>I'm</em>going to get<em>you</em>intro trouble?"<br/><br/>He shook his head and watched the surroundings and the instructions Dominguez gave to his partner.  To all appearances it looked like any other beach vacation, were it not for the company.  Somewhere in his mind he was recounting all of his recent reports, wondering if there may have been anything he could have covered that might have trodden on some government toes and warranted him being driven out to Miami to be 'disappeared'.<br/><br/>"So Delacroix," he said, "let me get the broad strokes out of the way.  The direct questions I know you won't give direct answers to.  I'm getting the impression you don't really know why there's a reporter tagging along.  Maybe it would shed some light on it if you told me what you're in Florida to investigate?"