..January 9th,2016...

...Florida,Miami...

"Back in my day; we snipers were the epicenter to keeping America safe," Amanda's father brags, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

"Snipers?" La Forge said.

"Yes, snipers," Amanda's father said.

"We don't have snipers," La Forge said. "That skill became useless after the fair treatment of every civilian was established in my future. There is a set of rules that everyone abides by and lives by,as well."

"I am well aware of your perfect society," Amanda's father said.

La Forge sighs shaking his head.

"It is not pitch perfect," La Forge said. "We have a low crime rate."

"And that is?" Amanda's father asks.

"1%," La Forge said.

"...Let me guess," Amanda's father said. "That is crimes by teenagers trying to prove themselves!"

La Forge nods.

"'Yeah," La Forge said. "How did you know?"

"I don't need to guess, sonny," Amanda's father said. "I know teenagers."

La Forge closes the engine to the shuttle.

"So you've raised a teenager," La Forge said.

"Pppsh," Amanda's father said. "Her mother raised her. Not I. I was busy getting shot at!"

La Forge raises his eyebrows.

"But snipers don't get shot at,"

"CIA," Amanda's father said. "Between you and me;..." He looks both ways. "It is dangerous being in the service for a secret agency."

"I have been shot at by phasers," La Forge said. "And electronic malfunctions, aliens turning me into a different creature, getting brainwashed, and having to lose a new pair of eyes; my job is more dangerous than yours."

"You are a lucky fellow," Amanda's father said, as La Forge locks the hood. "For being on adventures."

"You are not quite surprised by what I mentioned," La Forge said, sounding quite surprised.

"Sonny, I have seen it all," Amanda's father said. "Sadly my daughter isn't that much into watching TV." He shook his head turning away. "But I am sure.." He turns back towards La Forge. "You have more interesting stories."

"Those are just the highlight," La Forge said.

Amanda's father snickers.

"Good to hear," Amanda's father said. "I look forward to them...Hey,that's Amanda's co-worker friend Johnny Stavo!"

Amanda's father walks out of the garage where the darkness cloaks the shuttle.

"Hey, Mr Rollins," Stavo said, polietly.

"Morning, Stavo," Amanda's father said. "What brings you here?"

La Forge stood in the darkness staying out of sight. He had his own prime directive that formed over the past few days. La Forge did not want a repeat of a couple conversations he had in the city due to his visor and clothing. People find it odd about the uniform in design and taste perhaps even the purpose of it!

"It seems we are picking up earlier on work," Stavo said. "She won't be back tonight."

There is a pause.

"How long is it this time?" Amanda's father asks.

"I...I really don't know," Stavo said. "Something came up at work. Something big."

"Just don't let it be long as it was in 2009," Amanda's father said.

"Back then she came back," Stavo said.

"But she was two years old, damn it,"Amanda's father said. "I don't know what happened back there but she wasn't the same for a long time. She would speak a different language in mid sentence and look at me oddly."

"I am sorry, but that was complications," Stavo said.

"Complications?" Amanda's father said, enfueled by rage. "THAT'S MY DAUGHTER."

La Forge wanted to approach the two but he decided otherwise.

"I am not saying it that way," Stavo said, shaking his hands.

"The hell you are," Amanda's father said. "She's not expendable. She is human and she loves fiddling gadgets into new things. If you take away her motor skills; she has nothing to live for!" Amanda's father sways his hand. "Nothing." He hissed at the word. "She once injured her hands and couldn't do anything for a couple months that were painful for me to watch her in."

"That was way before Amanda came to us," Stavo said.

Amanda's father's fingers curl up against his palm.

"No, you came to her," Amanda's father said. "If anything happens to my baby girl; you are responsible, Mr Stavo!"

Amanda's father went inside the house.

Stavo sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"That didn't go well," Stavo said, looking down towards the side putting his left hand in his pocket.