Relationship

Eli sighed deeply. He should have known Destiny might not want to follow through with this. It was a hard call to make, and he couldn't blame her. Unfortunately she was the key he'd been banking on. "Are you sure you don't think you-"

Garret held up his hand to stop him. If Destiny wasn't in this a hundred percent, it could be worse to involve her than leaving her out of it. "We'll figure something else out."

"But-"

"Uh-uh." Garret shook his head.

"If we don't get Jett out, he's lost anyway!"

Garret threw him a warning glance. "There's more than one way to skin a cat. This might have been the more obvious choice, but there's always another way. More than likely, Jett is already partially brainwashed, just from a few encounters with the recruiter. If someone is vulnerable enough, all it would take is some slick talk about glory and being a part of something bigger. From the sounds of it, Jett is the perfect personality to be sucked in. But on the other hand, that also means he can be swayed again. We'll figure it out.."

"You seem to know a lot about the recruitment process," Eli commented dryly.

"I was trained to be a recruiter at one point," Garret admitted. "I was deemed... too aggressive." 

Eli smirked, then moved on, trying to rethink what they might do. "So what do you suggest we do about Jett?"

"I'll deal with him." Garret stood from the table. "But I should go now and prepare a new plan of action before he gets off work."

"Right." Eli stood as well.

Before leaving though, Garret turned to look at Destiny one last time. "If Jett really is a friend, I do think it would be good for you to share your story with him. If all goes well, I may try getting him to talk to you. Perhaps that way you can still help without risking your relationship."


Aaron rolled his eyes and finished another bite before reaching over and taking off one of the pieces and putting it in the right place. He gave Sam a sidelong glance that accompanied a smirk. "Thought you were gonna say I was more than likely one of those idiots."

Falling quiet again, he just worked on the tacos in between handing her some Lego pieces that had gotten all mixed up. Her mere presence was puzzling - the fact she was staying, interacting and smiling was downright bewildering. But maybe he never would be able to figure her out.

Crumpling up the wrapper, he tossed it in the trash and tried to ignore the throbbing in his knee as he continued to sit at the table. "How come nobody has come to talk to me?" he finally asked. He took apart a couple pieces from what had been messed up by someone else, and followed the directions with her to fix it. "That's the whole reason I came back and... they're just ignoring me. Why?"