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Alana has collected her gun, and donned her protective jumpsuit from Jay under her red, dahlia-patterned wrap dress. She's ready to leave, to confront Hannibal Lecter in her world. She's tired of waiting for Rae--the past two years have been mind-numbing--so Alana has decided to take X's offer and go home with just her instead.

Hands trembling, Alana pens a few notes while sitting at the bar. Her nerves are jittery; for two years she's been putting off this confrontation, and though she's wracked with anxiety, she does feel she's ready.

Dear Guppy Sandhu,
I'm leaving the bar to confront Dr. Lecter in my world. It's time. I might not be coming back, so I wanted to say goodbye to you personally and apologize for leaving you with Life Support. Wish me luck.

-Alana Bloom

And also:

Dear X,
I'm ready to leave the bar, and I need your help. Rae Seddon will not be coming with us. Please contact me when you're ready. Thank you for being willing to help me.

-Alana Bloom

And finally:

Dear Rae,
I'm ready to leave the bar. I'm sorry I couldn't wait for you any longer. I hope that whatever you needed to accomplish in your world was finished to your satisfaction. Thank you for offering to help me. I might not be coming back, so take care of yourself.

-Alana Bloom

Notes delivered, Alana wraps her shaking hands around her latte and waits.

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"I see," Alana says, inclining her head. "Was the suit uncomfortable for you?"

"Not terribly though I did feel odd not having a weapon and the tie was strange."

"She took your weapons?" Alana says, blinking at him. "I wouldn't have expected that. I see you retrieved them after the holiday was over."

"They weren't part of the costume so I didn't have a blaster. I wouldn't have had a good belt to hang it from. I didn't mind, it was simply unexpected,"

In Milliways, he hasn't had many reasons to draw his blaster which made it easier. He also in his work doesn't always have easy access to a weapon.

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"Did she at least give you any gadgets?" Alana says, tilting her head. "James Bond is famous for his gadgets."

"She did, yes, a good set of lockpicks and I think something like an older holovid but that was small. Also a pen that I never figured out what it did,"

He did like the gadgets, the lockpick set was good and small.

"Impressive," Alana says, her smile growing. "I'm sorry you never figured out the pen. What was the holovid?"

Cassian does a quick gesture of something like a deck of cards, "About that size, though not my technology but definitely for image capture."

"Oh, so there was nothing on it when you were given the holovid?" Alana says, furrowing her brow. "Did you take any images?"

"Not that I could find. I did a little testing but not much," There wasn't anything that he felt he needed to have an image of.

"That's too bad," Alana says, nodding thoughtfully. "I would have liked to have seen a picture of you in that suit."

Cassian shrugs and drinks his caf, "I didn't look that different. A little neater, my hair was slicked down."

Alana inclines her head. "I still would have liked to have seen it. I'm glad the costume was only for one night, though."

"Yes and as I saw with some other people. I got off lucky in terms of my outfit. A friend of mine had to deal with a wig,"

Cassidy was so unhappy and looked nothing like himself.

"One that wouldn't come off, right?" Alana says, an involuntary shudder running through her.

"Oh yes, his cursing was impressive."

"I see," Alana says, shaking her head. "Well, fortunately for him, he only had to deal with the costume for one night."

"And he had his ways of dealing with it, but now we've both learned to beware of Halloween,"

Cassian doesn't know if he wants another dream like he had of his father.

"I've been fortunate enough to avoid Bar putting me in costume for Halloween," Alana says, inclining her head. "I think the next costumed holiday is Mardi Gras, if I'm not mistaken."

"Mardi Gras, what does that celebrate and what does Bar do?"

"Mardi Gras is French for 'Fat Tuesday,' which is a secular celebration with religious beginnings, as far as I know," Alana says, furrowing her brow. "Many countries have a three-day party with drunken revelry, and sometimes women expose themselves for necklaces of beads. Bar usually places people in elaborate costumes."

"Huh, that will be curious to see. I've been reading about France as I had a sort of conversation with someone from there during the translation issues."

"Oh, really?" Alana says, tilting her head. "Learn anything interesting?"

"I found out that they've had a history of revolution, republics and empires. The technology's different but the protests and battles and retaliations all felt familiar,"

He hopes that his galaxy won't get stuck in that round of violence.

"I see," Alana says, nodding thoughtfully. "I hope you learned something that you can take back with you."

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