09-12-2014, 07:32 PM
He had seemingly lost all interest in the woman after his helpful comment; the butcher was working to meet her order, and once she was done he could get what he was after and be away. When she spoke to him again, apparently going so far as to invite him for a meal, he frowned slightly and turned to glance at her. He studied her briefly, then the crowd around them, scanning for the tell-tale signs of wingmen, or plain-clothes agents lurking in the background.
A neutral-accented American woman, that just happened to be at a location he had been frequenting of late. It was pure luck they had actually caught him at this one; it was going to be one of his last stops to the area, at least for a few months. He did not do like having patterns in his life. Made it too easy for someone to target him.
Maybe that CIA agent he had spotted all those months back, when he met with Mr Talanov at that shit club, Manifesto, and had run into Spectra, had actually spotted him, and recognized him. That would certainly be problematic. Of course, they were clearly underestimating him if they thought a piece of eye-candy pullin' a mysterious background portfolio was going to hook him.
On the other hand...walking into a trap you knew was coming was always fun. And if it worked out well enough, he could dissuade them from trying any of this shit again in the future.
He smirked slightly and lifted his own bag of fresh-bought food, and shrugged. "Every night, near enough. Wouldn't say no to some company though."
He waved off the butcher as the man set her order on the counter; there was no point in him getting any meat if he were just going to be spending the night killing a few spies.
A neutral-accented American woman, that just happened to be at a location he had been frequenting of late. It was pure luck they had actually caught him at this one; it was going to be one of his last stops to the area, at least for a few months. He did not do like having patterns in his life. Made it too easy for someone to target him.
Maybe that CIA agent he had spotted all those months back, when he met with Mr Talanov at that shit club, Manifesto, and had run into Spectra, had actually spotted him, and recognized him. That would certainly be problematic. Of course, they were clearly underestimating him if they thought a piece of eye-candy pullin' a mysterious background portfolio was going to hook him.
On the other hand...walking into a trap you knew was coming was always fun. And if it worked out well enough, he could dissuade them from trying any of this shit again in the future.
He smirked slightly and lifted his own bag of fresh-bought food, and shrugged. "Every night, near enough. Wouldn't say no to some company though."
He waved off the butcher as the man set her order on the counter; there was no point in him getting any meat if he were just going to be spending the night killing a few spies.