11-07-2014, 10:19 PM
Hood pushed back his chair and stood, brushing his hands together to clear away any traces of food, then collected his empty plate and deposited on the counter near the sink. Her sudden paranoia about the unknown caller further justified his suspicion; the evidence was pretty stacked in favour of her being Atharim, but he always liked to keep his bases covered.
He grinned and accepted the scrap of paper, neatly folding it and tucking it into the fold of his cellphone. It was getting harder to find such disposable old flip-phones these days, but they were durable and cheap. And they didn't contain his entire life in one easily hacked gadget.
"What can I say kid. I'm not a fan of this high-tech shit."
He gestured vaguely towards her Wallet, but his grin hinted maybe there was more to it then that. "You can fry up a mean spread. Best country fried steak I've had since I came to Russia."
Which wasn't necessarily saying much; it was probably the first country fried steak he'd had since coming to Russia, after all.
He collected his jacket and draped his shemagh around his shoulder again, letting it hang loose, "Alright. I'll get ahold of you later today. Keep your schedule open for tomorrow."
He drew a card and held it out to her. It wasn't a Pervaya Security card, but rather his own personal one; a means by which she could contact him.
And with that, he took his leave. He entertained the idea of following her for a bit, but decided not to. He had his own business to take care of, and babysitting Atharim agents just wasn't his top priority for the day. Not that he'd leave her hanging. He'd just pass the responsibility to her own people.
He grinned and accepted the scrap of paper, neatly folding it and tucking it into the fold of his cellphone. It was getting harder to find such disposable old flip-phones these days, but they were durable and cheap. And they didn't contain his entire life in one easily hacked gadget.
"What can I say kid. I'm not a fan of this high-tech shit."
He gestured vaguely towards her Wallet, but his grin hinted maybe there was more to it then that. "You can fry up a mean spread. Best country fried steak I've had since I came to Russia."
Which wasn't necessarily saying much; it was probably the first country fried steak he'd had since coming to Russia, after all.
He collected his jacket and draped his shemagh around his shoulder again, letting it hang loose, "Alright. I'll get ahold of you later today. Keep your schedule open for tomorrow."
He drew a card and held it out to her. It wasn't a Pervaya Security card, but rather his own personal one; a means by which she could contact him.
And with that, he took his leave. He entertained the idea of following her for a bit, but decided not to. He had his own business to take care of, and babysitting Atharim agents just wasn't his top priority for the day. Not that he'd leave her hanging. He'd just pass the responsibility to her own people.