[ Bruce knows the area a little better, having scoped it before he began his little play. He knows where the escape routes are, knows where the quiet places are that he might take a potential assailant to fight freely without causing a scene, and when she seems to drop away he moves into position, leading the way first left, then right, down a set of stairs, until they drop into a private boat launch in an empty courtyard. The two walls that frame it are windowless and blank, and down near the water even the sound of footsteps and conversation blurs into the ocean, as would a fistfight.
A good place to talk. A good place to get himself killed if his trust is misplaced.
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A good place to talk. A good place to get himself killed if his trust is misplaced.
He waits to see which it's going to be. ]