Mary and Marshall are sitting at their respective desks, both looking into Stan's office, where Stan, Eleanor, and a college age looking brunette female are.
Mary: Who's that?
Marshall: Well she's Eleanor, the bald one's Stan, not sure about the brunette though.
Mary: I don't suppose you read lips.
Marshall: No, but I don't think she'll be in there much longer.
Mary: How do you know?
Marshall: Look. The brunette is being lead out by Stan and Eleanor. Mary and Marshall proceed to quickly bring up files on their witnesses.
Stan: I already know you two were peaking. She's Alexandra Stein. Marshal-in-Training Alexandra Stein.
Mary: Marshal-in-Training? Why is she here Stan?
Alexandra: Nice welcome. I'm here because I got assigned here, specially. I am a Marshal-in-Training, though would prefer the title of Junior Marshal. I want to work for WitSec. The higher ups thought that I should be a) put with the best there is, and b) they thought it'd be a good splash of reality to work with Mary and Marshall. Mary you're not exactly known for your pleasantries to humanity.
Marshall: How do you know so much about us?
Alexandra: Here, Marshall, can I use your computer?
Stan: Let her Inspector, she has something to show you.
Marshall: Okay. He signs her on. She goes onto her email and shows them a comic of the two of them.
Alexandra: Do you remember Horst, or rather Lola?
Marshall: All too well.
Alexandra: Well the woman with him after she got out of jail decided to start a web comic about "M & M" Mary and Marshall, two US Marshals and best friends. She made it literally pay-per-view.
Mary: What?! I'm gonna…! Alexandra runs up and stands in front of Mary.
Alexandra: You're not gonna do anything. I already did. I took down the comic and hunted them down. They were located right near the academy. They were peeved that I took down their comic. They tried shooting first, then asking questions. I've already been to the hospital with a gunshot wound due to their stunt. Anyway, they've already been separated and relocated without any computer, or computer access. They've also both been told that if either of them ever decides to write another thing about the two of you, or me that no one would be around to protect them of your wraths. I've been checking on them regularly for the past six months. He and she haven't put anything else up. I just kept this one on email so I could remind myself that I'm not the only Marshal, or rather Junior Marshal at this point to play "bad cop" in a sense. So, anymore questions?
Mary: Are you insane?
Alexandra: What do you mean? Oh, are you talking about Horst? That was nothing. Anyway…her phone rings. One sec. She goes out into the hallway.
Mary: So, what do you think of the newbie?
Marshall: Too early to read. One second, here are her stats. She's nineteen years old. She went to the academy for a year and a half. She is the top of her class in Defensive Tactics, Prisoner Search & Restraint, Officer Survival, Search and Seizure, Surveillance, High Threat Trials, Firearms Training, and Physical Conditioning. She's pulling A's in her classes. She wasn't very active in her high schools clubs though.
She comes back in. He quickly closes down the page.
Alexandra: Anyway, do we have a new witness?
Mary: Yeah, Carl Heney. He should be here already. You wanna come with us Alexandra, and figure out why he hasn't come in?
Alexandra: Okay, let's go. She starts to go out, ahead of them. Who's car? The commercialized one or the one that reminds me of a medical procedure?
Mary: The Probe.
Alexandra: Med procedure it is. She gets in the seat behind the driver's.
Marshall: So, Alexandra, what was the call about?
Alexandra: Oh, just about my little sister. It's nothing. I'll deal with it later.
Mary: So, Alexandra, what's your back story?
Alexandra: What do you mean?
Marshall: Your roots, your life previous to this.
Alexandra: Oh, well, I have a mom and a dad, and two siblings. Both younger.
Marshall: Any friends?
Alexandra: A few. Anyway, it looks like we're here. Let's go. Mary parks the Probe. They get out. A guy, not the witness, starts shooting. A bullet grazes Marshall's shoulder. He falls backwards slightly and bangs his head on Mary's Probe. He blacks out, just as two other guys grab Mary and Alexandra. They put napkins soaked with some substance over their noses, and mouths. Mary can't help but breathe it in. Alexandra holds her breath and fakes passing out as Mary truly does. The criminals tied both of them up. Alexandra "started" to open her eyes.
Criminal (1): But you're supposed to be passed out!
Alexandra: Guess what, I'm not. Anyway, listen. I have something to tell you. It'll help your sytch-ey-ay-shun.
Criminal (1): What?
Alexandra: There's no point in keeping her, or him (referring to the witness) here.
Criminal (2): But, he'll go testify otherwise.
Alexandra: You really think he'll go up against you? Please. He'll be lucky if he's not too scared to ever speak again, no less testify. So, like I said there's no point.
Criminal (2): And what's so special about you?
Alexandra: If you kill a Marshal you get the needle. The blonde and the unconscious dude outside are Marshals. Then if you kill the witness the Marshals will go after you. I assure you of that. They don't care about me, I'm not a Marshal. I'm a college student, not a witness or a Marshal. I'm just a newbie. I'll let you do whatever you want, just let them go, and let me down so, you and I can get them to a hospital. Deal?
Criminal (1): Fine. He lets her down. The other criminal unties Mary. They proceed to put Mary and Marshall in the back seats sitting upright. Alexandra then unties her hoodie from her waist, balls up the torso of it, places the balled part against Marshall's wound and ties the arms around his chest to keep the pressure after she leaves. The witness sits in front. She hands him the keys and a piece of paper with a number on it.
Alexandra: Call this number when you get to the hospital. Tell him who you are. If a woman picks up tell her who you are, then that you need to talk to Stan. Tell him where you are, Albuquerque Medical. You can figure out the rest.
Criminal (1) holding a gun beside Alexandra's head: Come on. That's enough.
The two criminals drag her inside. Criminal (1) proceeds to then smack her head with the butt of the gun. She passes out.
