Kara had dutifully followed Foster across the base, surprised that he didn't appear to be leading her to another building, but instead out into the open. She half-expected that she was being taken to her own execution, but that didn't stop her from wheedling the posturing little jerk - hey, if she was going to go down, she'd do it fighting with her last breath.
Instead of a firing squad, though, she found an at-ease looking Stern. His smile and invitation put her immediately on the back foot, but she returned his expression with an impish grin of her own. "You didn't have to bring me all the way out here just to ask for a date, sir."
Her reply rattled the man for a blink-and-you'd-miss-it second, and he nodded placidly. "As you like it, Captain Thrace. This way." He led her along the green edge of the field, clasping his hands behind his back. Their destination, it appeared, was a squat old Spanish-style building set apart from the rest. It looked to have been there for centuries, and even the tin roof laid on top was rusting and ancient, but there was a well-maintained red brick patio outside, and breakfast was already laid out.
"An officers' secret," Stern explained, gesturing for her to take a seat. "It used to be a mission. When the base was built during World War II, citizens gathered around the place and wouldn't allow the contractors to raze it, so it was turned into a temporary commissary. It's now a national historic landmark, but it's too difficult to update, and it just serves as a retreat to the few of us who remember it."
Kara sat, eying the array eagerly. She'd been eating well up until yesterday, and her body couldn't quite adjust to the lack of food she'd enjoyed in the latter days aboard Galactica. Still, she was hardly going to look desperate and dive right in - until of course, he invited her to do so.
Once they'd shared a relatively silent meal and ran through an entire carafe of strong coffee, Stern stood. "Let's walk, hmm?"
Kara had long-since guessed the man was trying to soften her up before going in for the kill, but what could she do? Continue to deny them answers and waste away forever in this place? Hearing jets taking off and landing was torture for her, and she'd have rather been dead than spend her life imprisoned on the base, so close to the life she'd led, but forever removed from it. No, what she wanted was to do a little bargaining - she hoped her performance the day before had proven her strength, and now, she'd give over a bit in order to earn herself some respect.
Stern led her away from the mission, and on down toward the shoreline, staying on a well-worn path through the scrubby, stubborn sea grass. Before he could start lobbing easy questions at her, she looked at him. "What is it you really want to know, Commander?"
((ooc: We can [or I can] continue on with Kara and Stern if you like, or we can check in with Bingo, and keep bouncing back and forth 'til they meet again. Whatever you like, my darling! ♥!))
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Instead of a firing squad, though, she found an at-ease looking Stern. His smile and invitation put her immediately on the back foot, but she returned his expression with an impish grin of her own. "You didn't have to bring me all the way out here just to ask for a date, sir."
Her reply rattled the man for a blink-and-you'd-miss-it second, and he nodded placidly. "As you like it, Captain Thrace. This way." He led her along the green edge of the field, clasping his hands behind his back. Their destination, it appeared, was a squat old Spanish-style building set apart from the rest. It looked to have been there for centuries, and even the tin roof laid on top was rusting and ancient, but there was a well-maintained red brick patio outside, and breakfast was already laid out.
"An officers' secret," Stern explained, gesturing for her to take a seat. "It used to be a mission. When the base was built during World War II, citizens gathered around the place and wouldn't allow the contractors to raze it, so it was turned into a temporary commissary. It's now a national historic landmark, but it's too difficult to update, and it just serves as a retreat to the few of us who remember it."
Kara sat, eying the array eagerly. She'd been eating well up until yesterday, and her body couldn't quite adjust to the lack of food she'd enjoyed in the latter days aboard Galactica. Still, she was hardly going to look desperate and dive right in - until of course, he invited her to do so.
Once they'd shared a relatively silent meal and ran through an entire carafe of strong coffee, Stern stood. "Let's walk, hmm?"
Kara had long-since guessed the man was trying to soften her up before going in for the kill, but what could she do? Continue to deny them answers and waste away forever in this place? Hearing jets taking off and landing was torture for her, and she'd have rather been dead than spend her life imprisoned on the base, so close to the life she'd led, but forever removed from it. No, what she wanted was to do a little bargaining - she hoped her performance the day before had proven her strength, and now, she'd give over a bit in order to earn herself some respect.
Stern led her away from the mission, and on down toward the shoreline, staying on a well-worn path through the scrubby, stubborn sea grass. Before he could start lobbing easy questions at her, she looked at him. "What is it you really want to know, Commander?"
((ooc: We can [or I can] continue on with Kara and Stern if you like, or we can check in with Bingo, and keep bouncing back and forth 'til they meet again. Whatever you like, my darling! ♥!))