03-20-2014, 02:22 PM
Jon caught a second glimpse at the two girls before the train got too crowded. Something tickled his memory, he wasn't sure what. He put it out of his mind and regarded his new acquaintance.
Having easily gotten the man's attention, Jon deduced the man -- Dane Gregory -- probably wasn't an immediate threat to the young women he'd been watching. In fact, Jon's approach seemed to have put them out of the man's mind for the time being.
Crisp, polite and pleasant though he seemed, Dane still felt...out of place. And this was an unusual sentiment to stir in Jon's mind, for being out of place in his particular environment was something Jon had a particular knack for. Perhaps it was simply Dane's refined manner. Quite a refreshing quality, and an unlikely one to find on the metro transit during rush hour.
The question took Jon back a bit. Traveling? I haven't said anything about traveling.
Then he chuckled to himself. Of course the man knew he was traveling by virtue of Jon being on the train. For Jon to equate the term "traveling" with a long-distance destination was telling of his distinctly American way of thinking. He had to be careful not to fall too deeply into those sorts of thought patterns -- they could be dangerous.
"For me, it's the airport today,"
Jon said to the man. "And then onto the Persian Gulf. I heard the weather is quite mild this time of year."
If the man was a spy, so what? It wasn't like the CCD didn't already know of his whereabouts and travel itinerary. At least, it was safe to assume they already knew he was headed right to the source of the flame.
Having easily gotten the man's attention, Jon deduced the man -- Dane Gregory -- probably wasn't an immediate threat to the young women he'd been watching. In fact, Jon's approach seemed to have put them out of the man's mind for the time being.
Crisp, polite and pleasant though he seemed, Dane still felt...out of place. And this was an unusual sentiment to stir in Jon's mind, for being out of place in his particular environment was something Jon had a particular knack for. Perhaps it was simply Dane's refined manner. Quite a refreshing quality, and an unlikely one to find on the metro transit during rush hour.
The question took Jon back a bit. Traveling? I haven't said anything about traveling.
Then he chuckled to himself. Of course the man knew he was traveling by virtue of Jon being on the train. For Jon to equate the term "traveling" with a long-distance destination was telling of his distinctly American way of thinking. He had to be careful not to fall too deeply into those sorts of thought patterns -- they could be dangerous.
"For me, it's the airport today,"
Jon said to the man. "And then onto the Persian Gulf. I heard the weather is quite mild this time of year."
If the man was a spy, so what? It wasn't like the CCD didn't already know of his whereabouts and travel itinerary. At least, it was safe to assume they already knew he was headed right to the source of the flame.