08-10-2013, 04:50 PM
A political public figure such as Nicholas Trano was going to be under surveillance by any number of organizations: domestic and foreign. Like any public figure, tracking the individual man, estimating his next locations, and knowing with whom he traveled was readily available information.
It was near dusk when a black four-door sedan pulled up to Nicholas Trano's home. A woman emerged first from the passenger side. She wore a black pants' suit, the unbuttoned jacket of which covered a white, button-down blouse. Her brunette hair, slick and straight, was pulled to a ponytail worn at the back of her neck. She closed the car door without concern for the sound rattling across the tranquil front lawn.
A man emerged from the driver's side. He was similarly dressed in a black suit, though he wore a dark blue tie with his crisp white button-up. He had sandy-brown hair well-styled and light-eyes, but, the confidence to his jaw promoted no image of a pampered boy from the Hamptons. His gaze swept across the landscape, then he patiently buttoned the jacket of his suit and rounded the car to join his partner.
The woman glanced at her watch briefly as the man rung the front bell.
To whomever answered the door, the gentleman spoke. "This is Agent Reed and I am Agent Abrams." The pair simultaneously retrieved their badges and photo-identification for verification. "We are from the NCS Counterintelligence Center of the CIA. May we come in?"
<small>NPC Agents Reed and Abrams</small>
It was near dusk when a black four-door sedan pulled up to Nicholas Trano's home. A woman emerged first from the passenger side. She wore a black pants' suit, the unbuttoned jacket of which covered a white, button-down blouse. Her brunette hair, slick and straight, was pulled to a ponytail worn at the back of her neck. She closed the car door without concern for the sound rattling across the tranquil front lawn.
A man emerged from the driver's side. He was similarly dressed in a black suit, though he wore a dark blue tie with his crisp white button-up. He had sandy-brown hair well-styled and light-eyes, but, the confidence to his jaw promoted no image of a pampered boy from the Hamptons. His gaze swept across the landscape, then he patiently buttoned the jacket of his suit and rounded the car to join his partner.
The woman glanced at her watch briefly as the man rung the front bell.
To whomever answered the door, the gentleman spoke. "This is Agent Reed and I am Agent Abrams." The pair simultaneously retrieved their badges and photo-identification for verification. "We are from the NCS Counterintelligence Center of the CIA. May we come in?"
<small>NPC Agents Reed and Abrams</small>