10-28-2013, 03:06 AM
Jon stepped into the back seat of the taxi cab and leaned forward -- slowly, sitting down so quickly set his head swimming a bit -- to give the driver his address.
That's when he saw a black sedan pull up to the street curb in front of the club. Two men in suits stepped out. One entered Kallisti's and the other stood by the front door, watching the entrance and the road. Some sort of security detail, perhaps?
Jon kept his window halfway down and leaned back so he couldn't be seen. The other man came out of the club in a couple of minutes and the two started talking. They were just out of ear's reach. But maybe if -- Jon grabbed hold of the power of the Great Spirit. Now he could hear better, but it still wasn't quite enough to make out the conversation.
As a kid, he'd once fashioned a crude telephone by tying a string between two tin cans. The principle involved was just to create a better medium for the sound waves to travel through. Could he use the power and make a conduit for the sound?
He sent out invisible threads. The resulting weave took a shape not unlike an enlarged ear trumpet extended toward the two men. Well, he didn't need anything elegant. It just had to be invisible and be something that could channel the sound to his ears.
"...Trano's Wallet came from...," one of the men was saying to the other. It was still difficult to catch the words. "...not here either."
"...Let's check...to see if we missed him on the first sweep," the other said. "If we lost eyes on him... 's going to be pissed."
Jon let the weave drop and sat back. Agents, perhaps? Looking for Nick Trano? And they were here because...they traced my Wallet signal when I called him.
That took some serious hardware for an agency to have the capability to do that. CCD, most likely, then, since they were in the heart of Moscow. Nick had sounded stressed during the call. He must really be in some serious trouble. So might Jon, for that matter -- had he gotten caught up in something? -- but that really wasn't something he found to be a major concern. It wasn't as if the CCD didn't already have several reasons to dislike him.
The men got back in their vehicle and drove off straight down the road. Jon turned to the cab driver, who glared at him.
"Don't think I didn't start the meter the moment you got in, buddy. I said, where to?"
Jon gave the cab driver an apologetic shrug. "Just go straight. I'll give you the directions."
The cab sped off, following the black sedan.
Continued in A Friend in Need
Edited by Jon Little Bird, Nov 9 2013, 05:00 AM.
That's when he saw a black sedan pull up to the street curb in front of the club. Two men in suits stepped out. One entered Kallisti's and the other stood by the front door, watching the entrance and the road. Some sort of security detail, perhaps?
Jon kept his window halfway down and leaned back so he couldn't be seen. The other man came out of the club in a couple of minutes and the two started talking. They were just out of ear's reach. But maybe if -- Jon grabbed hold of the power of the Great Spirit. Now he could hear better, but it still wasn't quite enough to make out the conversation.
As a kid, he'd once fashioned a crude telephone by tying a string between two tin cans. The principle involved was just to create a better medium for the sound waves to travel through. Could he use the power and make a conduit for the sound?
He sent out invisible threads. The resulting weave took a shape not unlike an enlarged ear trumpet extended toward the two men. Well, he didn't need anything elegant. It just had to be invisible and be something that could channel the sound to his ears.
"...Trano's Wallet came from...," one of the men was saying to the other. It was still difficult to catch the words. "...not here either."
"...Let's check...to see if we missed him on the first sweep," the other said. "If we lost eyes on him... 's going to be pissed."
Jon let the weave drop and sat back. Agents, perhaps? Looking for Nick Trano? And they were here because...they traced my Wallet signal when I called him.
That took some serious hardware for an agency to have the capability to do that. CCD, most likely, then, since they were in the heart of Moscow. Nick had sounded stressed during the call. He must really be in some serious trouble. So might Jon, for that matter -- had he gotten caught up in something? -- but that really wasn't something he found to be a major concern. It wasn't as if the CCD didn't already have several reasons to dislike him.
The men got back in their vehicle and drove off straight down the road. Jon turned to the cab driver, who glared at him.
"Don't think I didn't start the meter the moment you got in, buddy. I said, where to?"
Jon gave the cab driver an apologetic shrug. "Just go straight. I'll give you the directions."
The cab sped off, following the black sedan.
Continued in A Friend in Need
Edited by Jon Little Bird, Nov 9 2013, 05:00 AM.