Survival Of The Fittest

Leona watched Grace go, and gave a curt nod in her direction.  Best of luck to her, then.

Realizing she'd failed to make any sort of introduction to Matt, Leona took a bow, fluttering her hand grandly as she dipped.

"I apologize.  Leona.  The Magnificent Leo, if we're going by stage names."

She straightened.  

"At least, I hope I'll get to use my stage name sometime again."  She looked at the ground.  It was a dark thought, and she wasn't happy that she went to it.

"So, where to?"  She asked.

Leona.  Yeah, that name sounded familiar.  Matt made a mental note to avoid forgetting it again.

He pulled the map out of his bag and surveyed it to find a spot to begin their search.  He tilted the map so that Leona could see it and pointed to a specific location.  "Let's start with the golf course.  It's nice and big, and even if we don't find who we're looking for, we can still take a rest in the clubhouse."  He folded up the map and put it back in his bag.  He started off in the direction of the golf course.  As he walked, he turned his head and called back to Leona.

"Come on!  We're burning daylight!"

He had to find Cassidy.  Every minute he wasted was another minute someone else could find her.  Someone with bad intentions.  Matt couldn't let that happen.  That's why he couldn't waste any time.

((Matt Masters continued elsewhere...))

Well, he was a spirited one.  Leona supposed that counted for a lot.  Other than the losing the gun mishap.

"Onward it is."  She said under her breath, and followed Matt.

((Leona Van Kamp continued elsewhere))