No exploding salads this time, I promise. (Chelle)

When the woman reacted in the way she did, just plainly asking him what he wanted, Drifter did feel a bit bad honestly. He regretted saying what he said, because honestly this lady wasn't old, and even if she was she looked like she was still in her thirties. He just figured it would piss her off, and it was only to amuse himself. He was a bored individual that liked to see peoples reactions, but this time he just felt like a prick, even though he would have never said he wasn't in the first place. When she stopped and turned around, he stopped as well, removing his hand from his face and staring at the woman. For having a few noticeable scars and a totally ruined eye, she really was a beautiful woman. You didn't see people like her everyday, heck, you barely saw people who were physically fit. He let out a low sigh, as if stressed, and spoke.

"I don't know...... Probably both." Drifter said, patting around and searching for his cigarettes. Much to his dismay he realized they had likely fallen out of his pocket while running. He let out a mumble, 'shit' it sounded like, then went back to the conversation at hand.

"Look, I'm an asshole. I'll never deny that. Sorry i said what i said. I've had a rough few weeks. Friend just got himself blown up and is in a coma, he's probably not going to make it, and my family completely ousted me. I got the brawl started back there because I'm pissed at myself, and i said those things for the same reason. I......guess I'm still following you because i need someone to talk to. My friend in a coma used to be the one i did that with, but for obvious reasons he is unavailable. You look like you come from another world.......so yes I'm interested." Drifter admitted. He fully expected the woman to just walk off some more, in which case he probably wouldn't follow. Right now he wasn't really right in the head. He was depressed and all kinds of angry, but he knew when a person couldn't stand his babbling any longer.

Well.......that went better then going the snarky route. That got him punched in the face. He didn't exactly know the nature of this situation, but if anyone could shed some light on his life someone who actively lived on the edge of their own all the time could. He watched as the woman pulled her hair back, wondering why she did that, besides showing him the rest of her face that is. He figured with the big scar on her cheek she would have more, smaller ones. But no, nothing. An interesting thing, but he refrained from asking about it. She then sat down on a random truck bed, and he did the same, chuckling when she said she had no friends besides her family.

"I have no friends either, just family. When i connect with someone.....they skip over the friend bit." Luke said genuinely as he adjusted against the hard metal bed, he was kind of skinny honestly....and if it wasn't a padded chair it was irritating. Nevertheless, he got himself in a halfway comfortable position before speaking.

"........Something about the night always makes me feel at home, i don't know why. It's like, if i just let myself walk into the dark city and breath the cold air, I'll be free, and all my troubles will wash away the next morning. I think we all have those type of wants, passions. We're just too caught up in our complicated lives to chase such simple things. In the end we all have one thing that we work all our lives for, the thing that fulfills our lives and makes us happy. A single moment.......that makes all the hardship ok. What do you want out of life, Miss?" Drifter said after a moment of silence and staring at the stars and lights of the city. What he said was true. He worked all his life and chased after peace of mind all so he could experience one moment, alone, in absolute silence. The moment was all he wanted out of this world, and he believed everyone no matter who they were had such a moment, deep down. Why he was talking about this, well he didn't know. But it's not like he suggested deep talking to ask a few simple questions before leaving.

A half smile formed on Lukas' face as he heard the woman's response. It was an honorable desire, for your family to be safe. Though that wasn't the part that he really thought about. Living in a world without violence and in total peace, now that was something to think about, as impossible as it was. The question was then asked in return, what did he want? He then laid back as well, just staring at the sky. Only a few days out of decades did this happen in New York City, and he was going to enjoy the stars while they lasted. Plus.....his ass hurt.

"Lukas, pleasure to meet you Skyler." Drifter said once he heard the woman finally tell him a name.

"That's a tough one. I suppose i can dish out the philosophical questions, but when it's time i answer them i draw a blank." Lukas said, musing at that. It was true really, answering his own questions was harder then answering anyone elses.

"The one thing i want out of this world is to know i matter. I don't want my name plastered on magazines or anything like that, but what i do want is something that let's me know I'm here for a reason. Whether there's a god or we crawled out of some bio mixture, i think i deserve to know what my purpose is. The simple answer is, i want my life to mean something." Luke said, his arms behind his head as a make shift pillow as he stared at the stars, though midway through that speech his gaze may have drifted toward the woman next to him.

"But maybe the nature of this world means we don't get what we want. I watched my family get torn apart by this world. Good people, deserving people, getting screwed by it. It breaks my heart to know talent goes unused, and hard work by good people is all in vein. The world rewards evil, and that's why we have so little light." Drifter said, trailing off as if he were talking to himself. His eyes looked as if they were looking through a window, all the way into the stars of space.

Drifter contemplated what the woman said. He had heard it before of course, from the few people he had ever spoken to about this kind of thing. But it did hit him a bit harder then times before, maybe because he was actually interested enough to listen. The only issue was he didn't know if there were people out there that did truly love him. Sure there was his Mom and siblings, whom he had grown apart from, then there was Pat and Matt, whom he had some tension with as of late. But other then that, he was alone in this world. Maybe that's why it all felt pointless.

"Maybe....... I could just be a cynical bastard ruining his own happiness. But debating these things is how i deal with it all." Drifter said. It was such a pretty night, and he was in the back of a truck with a pretty lady. How this happened, well he didn't really fully remember all the details. But the best type of nights were those kind.

He started to get a little nervous now that he looked at this situation, but he didn't let it show.... Or at least he tried to. He may have blushed when she did, which made it even more tense. His heart raced, and he started breathing heavier, desperately trying to think of how he could continue the conversation without seeming like a fool.

"How did you get that scar, Sky?" Drifter said, finding himself shortening the woman's name without even thinking about it.

Well, that was quite the turn of events. He had expected she was a mercenary or something, no one who wasn't could fight like she did. Lukas could see it, she had training. But a Dominus agent? He didn't even think those guys existed with how they were shrouded in mystery. And with the other Agency running around it was hard to know who was calling the shots anymore. But here he was, speaking with an agent. For a moment he was worried she might turn on him, because he was compromised and such. He was ready for that, but he really, really didn't want that to happen. It would hurt him.

"......I remember. I've lived in LA for two years so far. I killed my first that day. He was a desperate man, pointing a crossbow at my head. He had kids, and just wanted to get away from the chaos. He wanted my car, i could have offered to share, but instead i shot him in the head without a thought. There's nothing to be afraid of, telling me what you did. We have people taking over countries with ease and blowing cities to bits, working for a secret organization as a superpowered agent is kinda grounded compared to that." Lukas said, trying to get rid of the tension by being completely chill about it. He really didn't care, it's not like he could or would use it against her or her agency. The only question was if she cared.

"...I'm sorry. I should know not to ask about something like that. Heat of the moment i suppose." Lukas said, again trying to smooth everything over. He really was enjoying himself, and didn't want to ruin everything because of a stupid question.

She turned to look at him, her heart racing. She had never met anyone so open about their life - and in such a way that made her feel comfortable. He just admitted to murder, despite it being to save his own life, and didn't bat an eye about it. She had met other people like this, but not like him in particular. Not someone with a good heart. It was rare, to say the least. She found herself in the middle of a situation she enjoyed, but also hated.

She was torn. She could spill her past, right here, right now. She could get it all off of her chest. She could lift a weight from her shoulders and finally express herself and connect with someone else on a level she had been stuck at for so many years.

She was battling herself mentally. Part of her was on her knees, begging to just talk about it, the other half was repeating the mantra of 'hell no, hell no, hell no.' She took a deep breath and succumbed to the inevitable. She had picked Lukas to spend this evening with, and she knew at least forty ways to kill him with her bare hands, so if he tried anything funny, she'd end him right here, right there.

"I.. am no longer in Dominus. My purpose of being in the organization was for one sole reason... Save Lilia Ivanov. Remember the girl with diamond skin that was flashed to the whole world when the leader of Dominus showed her off? That was Lilia, my Lilia. My daughter..." she trailed off and produced a cell phone from a strap on her upper thigh. On the strap was also her combat knife, and a large side arm.

She cleared her throat and unlocked the cell phone, revealing a very adorable selfie of Skyler and Lilia, snuggled up with hot cocoa and a shared blanket, a little holographic girl perched on the edge of Lilia's coffee cup.

"She is my life. I chose to save her from the torture of Dominus. I infiltrated the organization and tore it apart from the inside out. They had no idea I would turn on them, and tried to recruit my bastard biological son - whom I gave up for adoption when I was much younger - Eric in hopes of forcing me to show sympathy and truly become part of Dominus. I was always just reluctant enough to show I wasn't involved truly, but I was involved enough to prove I was one of the agents..." Taking a breath, she looked down at her cell phone and sighed, realizing there was a missed text message from Lilia.

Maybe she was worried. Skyler knew she would be okay, though. The house was locked down, and no one knew they had moved to New York City - yet, at least.

"I will kill you, you know - if you try anything." With a dead serious tone in her voice, she looked directly into Luke's eyes.

Well, this was quite the mixing pot of spilled guts. Though it's not like Lukas cared. People being honest with each other was such a beautiful thing. People were so afraid to tell the truth when most of the time it had no effect on anything, except for keeping you sane that is. Luke was honest, a trait he prided himself on. Not because it was an honorable thing, but because when he decided he would no longer lie, he was set free.

"I know, but i promise you, i would never do such a thing, not to someone who has been through so much already." Drifter said, sitting up a bit and leaning on the cab of the truck with his knees slightly pulled in.

"Thank you, for being honest. It's a wonderful thing to hear in a world full of lies. Freeing. When i decided i was going to be honest as much as i could, it felt like i was unshackled. Open up more often.....and you will too." Drifter said, a friendly look on his face but not exactly a smile. He wasn't saying she was dishonest or anything, but as a secret agent you obviously kept secrets, and that was just unhealthy in his opinion.

"I see a tortured soul in those eyes, you need all the relief you can get."

"Yeah, i kinda gathered from the whole 'to negate my-..' thing. But it doesn't matter, a lot of people have powers nowadays." Luke said, now considering the question asked by the female more then anything. He never considered his story. But he supposed if you did it in an entertaining way, it could be interesting. Mostly because it was one of a kind.

"It's nowhere as interesting as the life of a superpowered agent, but I'll tell what i can. I was born into a family of, well, super paranoid Catholics. They talked of secret governments and ancient artifacts, the apocalypse, all that kind of stuff. I wouldn't have had a problem with it, heck i still believe most of it. But it brought our family down. We were always moving, always broke, and more then a few times without a home. All because we felt everything was corrupted. So, i paved my own way. I buckled down and blocked away the crazy, and got myself out. I was shamed for it, like i had committed the worst sin imaginable. But i was happy for it. I got help for all the post traumatic stress and other mental crap they caused, and everything was fine. But now...... Now i have another problem." Luke said, summing up more then anything. He could go into details but they would likely be there all night. His mind moved to his recent activities, should he tell? She had opened up to him, why not do the same? Well, if he did then he couldn't say the whole truth.

"I took up vigilantism. I just....... I couldn't handle it anymore, the evil. The average person doesn't know how they are used on a day to day basis. Children don't know how many people would abuse them, not until it's too late. This world, it's broken. I don't know how we can fix it, but something has to happen..... We're going down a terrible road, and I'm afraid no matter what i do i can't save everyone." Luke said, his eyes a bit watery. He wasn't going to cry, but he was clearly emotional about this.

Unfortunately for him this moment was cut short, as the stumbling owner of this truck came out to see them laying in his vehicle. Now, this guy looked like a prick without booze, so you can imagine his reaction with alcohol in his blood. He pulled a hand gun from his belt and pointed it at Drifter, it seemed that Lucius guy taking control of crime in the city made it easy for anyone and their Moms to get firearms.

"Get outta mi' truck, ya hooligans. And i ain't calling the cops if you don't, no I'm handling this myself." The man said, a blurred and already barely understandable accent coming with his words, the intoxication making it even worse.

"Crap."

The man grinned, a field of energy fading as it revealed to be nothing more then some kind of advanced technology. Underneath it all was a woman with a robotic arm and pink hair. Not exactly the drunk guy she was before......... But hey, it was a better look. The gun in her hand appeared to be not a gun at all, and was actually her pink energy charged hand, which fired off directly at the woman who had placed herself in just the right spot. It only took a fraction of the second for the shot to go off, Skyler would likely not even notice the transformation before the energy shot at her. After that, the female leaped into the air, high, ready to land a follow up attack with her cybernetic leg. Drifter had already leaped over the truck bed and drew a pistol, not that it would do him any good.

"You were a lot easier to find then they said you would be." The mercenary said, a half smile on her face as a long energy blade came out of her metal limb and she took a fighting stance a good ten feet from Skyler.

"Um, i think i know this one...." Drifter piped in, still under cover of the truck and firing a few shots at the female. She simply cut them out of the sky.