Log:Volunteer Protection

The Lady in White 2020/03/12 	 Night Marshal|Carpenter Tamara Garcia

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It's after Carpenter's shift, and Tamara is still in her office working, per usual. Even after most of the staff have left or are leaving.

Carpenter pokes his head into Tamara's office, and knocks on the door. "Hey there. Got a moment?"

Tamara looks up from her desk, surprised to see him. She sets down her manila folder and closes it, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap as she offers a tired smile. "Sure, Jack. Come on in."

Carpenter steps inside and closes the door before he walks over and takes a seat in the chair in front of her desk. "I wanted to follow up on the conversation we had at the diner. About that witness you were worried about?"

Tamara nods, bringing a hand to her temple to rub away at her headache. "Yes, the Capelli case witness. Well, not a direct case to take down Capelli, but it'll could be a step towards it. U.S. Marshal Hague is has the witness in a safehouse for now. It was difficult enough getting someone to testify. It's even more difficult to keep them alive."

Carpenter nods. "I know it might be a breach of protocol, but if you let me know where he's being held, I might be able to help protect it. Or get a meta to do so."

Tamara hesitates. "It would be a breach," she admits slowly as she considers it. She knows Jack, though. "Most metas are loose cannons. Are you even sure there's one trusted enough to do this?"

Carpenter quirks a smile. "While I agree with you..." He taps the side of his nose, "...you also know I can read people well. I know a couple of people who would be suitable for the job. At least one, for sure."

Tamara takes a breath and seems to be warming up to the idea. "Yeah, I know too well. I still don't know how you guessed your Christmas present." From back when they were dating. "Okay. Who do you figure for the job?"

Carpenter shrugs, "The first person that comes to mind is Night Marshal. Technically, he's not a meta. But he's skilled at surveillance. Trustworthy, too."

"I've seen some reports with his statements in them. He's pretty thorough," Tamara admits, which means she isn't hating Carpenter's idea yet.

Carpenter nods. "I agree. And he's decidedly non-lethal in his approach. Which I approve of."

Tamara nods slowly, warming up some more. "Alright. Do you think he could handle this discretely? I don't want the Marshals or others to know he's there unless he's needed. Off the books."

Carpenter nods. "Absolutely. He is...incredibly discreet. And a good detective. Almost as good as I am." He gives her a wink.

Tamara chuckles, not quite getting the hint. "It'd be impressive if he was." She sighs in thought. "Alright. I'll give you the address. Just make sure Night Marshal isn't scene unless he needs to be. The trial is next week, so we need an eye kept out until he can testify. The U.S. Marshals will take him into witness protection after that and relocate him." She grabs a post-it note and scribbles down an address before handing it over to Carpenter. "I didn't give you this," she emphasizes.

Carpenter nods, "You didn't give me what?" He pockets the piece of paper.

Carpenter says, "I can't guarantee he'll be watched at all hours, but an extra set of eyes during some of that time can help. I'll do what I can."

Tamara smiles at Carpenter's answer. "Thanks, Jack. That'll still help. I appreciate this."

Carpenter smiles. "Well, I'll let you get back to work. If you need anything else, give me a call."

"Will do. Take care, Jack," Tamara smiles, and gets ready to go back to work.

Carpenter gets up, and heads to the door. He gives her a wave, and heads out to the hallway, leaving the door open as it was when he arrived.

Log:Safehouse Shoot Out