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Jim is sitting at the bar, picking morosely at a sandwich. He's getting entirely fed up of being in this bar mainly because mun hasn't played him enough.

He'll talk to anyone. Except Michael Moore.

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If it were at night, James would get a Michael Corleone. Instead he's getting a David. Who is by means no Michael Moore.

David has walked up to the bar to get a book. He looks at James curiously, since he likes watching people eat.

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Good. Michael Moore would inspire much political debate. But Jim would love to meet a Corleone at some point, just to gape. David is not known to him, so the young...boy...gets a paternal sort of smile.

'Hello son. Hungry?'

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"I can't eat."

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Hmmm...Okaaaay. Maybe this is just a phase he's going through or something. He decides to humour him.

'You can't? And why's that?'

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"I can't."

This is a subject of much woe.

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For Jim, this is a boy being awkward. Richard had a phase at a similar age but was soon forced out of it.

'Are you sick?' He looks around. 'And where are your parents? You're a little young to be wandering around a bar on your own.'

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"No. If I eat, I will break. My mommy isn't here."

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Secretary of Defense, meet ex-terrorista. I'm sure you two will get along splendidly. ;)

"Something on your mind?" It's Nina, dropping into a seat beside him with a salad.

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He shrugs and folds his napkin, not recognising her. 'Just a little bored.'

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[ooc: What? Mun dying isn't good! *revives--and turns into zombie* Shoot, I knew something was wrong with that spell... *runs*]

"With all these weirdos and wonders around?" Nina picks at her salad, shooting him a more or less amiable grin. "Where're you from?"

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He smiles a little. 'I haven't met many strange people, haven't been here long.' He reaches for his wine. 'I'm from Washington D.C. You?'

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Behrooz is sitting a little ways away. With a chocolate milkshake Tony bought for him.

He looks older, but Heler would at least recognize his name. Behrooz, however, doesn't see Heller at first.

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James recognises the face. Behrooz had been part of the briefing he was about to give the President when he arrived here and the files all had photographs attatched.

He hesitates a little before heading over, but he doesn't feel he can ignore him. 'Hello Behrooz.'

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Behrooz looks up, a little startled because he doesn't recognize Heller's voice.

Blink. Blink blink.

... somehow he doubts just staring long enough will actually result in the Secretary of Defense magically disappearing.

So he manages to make his voice say, "Hello, sir." Which after easily develops into "I'm - I don't -" In his head, 'I'm sorry' sounds like an awfully worthless phrase.

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Behrooz doesn't know that Heller is in the bar from only a day after the whole thing - so his kidnapping is still quite raw for him. Moreso than the day before in fact, because he's had time to reflect on it.

He sits down next to the boy and points at the milkshake. 'Is it good?'

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He doesn't know when Heller is from, but his eyes go down to the milkshake and he takes this as a convenient subject change.

"I don't usually like them that much. Someone bought it for me."

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Unfortunately, not a subject change. Just something by way of an ice breaker.

'You look older. I guess we're from different times.'

He can be polite to this boy, he knows he wasn't behind it all. He knows that his parents brainwashed him and he also knows that he came good in the end.

But when he thinks about having to wear that jumpsuit and sign that ridiculous 'confession' - yes, he's still a little angry.

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His hands shift unconsciously.

"Probably. It's been... a long time for me."

He's rather wishing he knew how long it had been for Heller.

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Sitting at a table not far away, his nose buried in a book, and looking rather tired is one former employee who's not as dead as Heller might think. Said former employee also has no idea his former boss/father of his ex-girlfriend/father-in-law of a friend whose death is on his hands is in the bar.

Ooh, this is going to be a fun conversation.

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Heller, fresh from his conversation with Tony - turns around. And sees the one person he was hoping to.

He can't smile though, not really. He feels terrible about what happened to Jack and feels that he should have been able to stop it. Nevertheless, he heads over straight away.

'Hi Jack. I've been hoping to run into you.' He does manage a smile, even if it is a bit weak.

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Jack's head snaps up from his book, back strightening instinctively at the voice. He might be "dead", but Heller had been his boss, and was still Secreatry of Defense. At least, as far as he knew. Some instincts are hard to get rid of.

"Secretary Heller. I didn't know you were here, sir," he says, hi mind whirling, trying to figure out how he should play this.

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He shrugs a shoulder and sits down. 'Yeah, came in a few weeks ago. Been pretty quiet since I got here but rooms get boring after a while, y'know?'

He hesitates for a moment. 'I'm so sorry. About everything that happened.'

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Mostly on instinct, Jack decides to, well...play dead.

He shakes his head. "It's fine. I've dealt with it."

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'I can't decide if coming here after you die would be a good thing or not. Second chance at a life I guess - but then you have to deal with...well, what you did.'

He looks at him sincerely. 'I was angry when I found out that you were being turned over to the Chinese. I don't blame you for trying to run. But - it shouldn't have happened like it did.'

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...then you have to deal with...well, what you did.

He glances away for a moment.

Like letting Paul die.

He looks back, trying to keep his face expressionless.

"I tried to escape. It shouldn't surprise anyone," he says, trying to not show how much it rankles that everyone will think that he tried to escape, when, even before he'd heard about Logan's orders, he hadn't even had the thought. Part of him wants to tell Heller the truth, but he needs time to consider the implications of that.

He shrugs again, trying to keep this low-key, as well as discourage further conversation on the topic. "Besides, I never expected to reach retirement age anyway. What day was it out there when you arrived here?"