07-17-2014, 02:34 PM
Alex listened to him calmly, staring up at him through green eyes. For some reason, he was reminded of Aria's eyes- a thought he pushed away immediately.
She listened...and then smiled and burst his bubble. "I think thou dost protest too much, my friend. Perhaps a cup of coffee and we can discuss the nomenclature of secret societies?"
He was confused. Was she one of them? If so, why would she want to talk to him? Why didn't she just demand that he give her the drive? It's not like he knew anything. Maybe she was telling the truth. Maybe her family had run afoul of them.
They were in a public place and that was gonna stay that way. He looked at her with suspicion. "You're not one of them are you?
He was aware they were now in a largely empty exhibit room. He didn't like it. "Alright, if you want to talk, let's go to the museum cafeteria."
There were probably many people there.
He gestured for her to take the lead- he wasn't going to walk behind her- and they exited the hall and went to the cafeteria. Without trying to draw attention to himself, he tried to look everywhere, to see if there were any suspicious looking people coming toward them. Of course, it's not like he'd know. Not like he had any spy training or whatever you called it. Special ops. More like special moron in his case. This was a real chance he was taking, especially given what he was carrying. But he couldn't get out of it now.
They got to the cafeteria and found a table near a wall- he remembered that at least from a book he'd read in High School. Sit with your back to a wall so you can watch. Course, the book really didn't specify what you did if you actually saw someone coming toward you, what with your back against the wall and all. He felt so dumb.
"Ok. We can talk. So...how are you?"
He felt stupid, but how do you start a conversation about a secret organization that would have killed your son- not to mention you and your ex-wife?
She listened...and then smiled and burst his bubble. "I think thou dost protest too much, my friend. Perhaps a cup of coffee and we can discuss the nomenclature of secret societies?"
He was confused. Was she one of them? If so, why would she want to talk to him? Why didn't she just demand that he give her the drive? It's not like he knew anything. Maybe she was telling the truth. Maybe her family had run afoul of them.
They were in a public place and that was gonna stay that way. He looked at her with suspicion. "You're not one of them are you?
He was aware they were now in a largely empty exhibit room. He didn't like it. "Alright, if you want to talk, let's go to the museum cafeteria."
There were probably many people there.
He gestured for her to take the lead- he wasn't going to walk behind her- and they exited the hall and went to the cafeteria. Without trying to draw attention to himself, he tried to look everywhere, to see if there were any suspicious looking people coming toward them. Of course, it's not like he'd know. Not like he had any spy training or whatever you called it. Special ops. More like special moron in his case. This was a real chance he was taking, especially given what he was carrying. But he couldn't get out of it now.
They got to the cafeteria and found a table near a wall- he remembered that at least from a book he'd read in High School. Sit with your back to a wall so you can watch. Course, the book really didn't specify what you did if you actually saw someone coming toward you, what with your back against the wall and all. He felt so dumb.
"Ok. We can talk. So...how are you?"
He felt stupid, but how do you start a conversation about a secret organization that would have killed your son- not to mention you and your ex-wife?