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Post by Christian Lecroix on Mar 31, 2010 1:53:46 GMT -5
Just before Christian started gathering up what he brought along with him, he watched the younger agent for a moment. Agent Harle was jotting something down on the napkin that he had still to use. Whatever he was writing had to be what he was drawling on about as Christian glanced up from the booth to their surrounding area. He felt like he was being watched, and if there was something he hated, it was being treated like he was a goldfish. When Harle cleared his throat, he glanced back down towards him and nodded.
Christian grabbed the napkin from him and briefly glanced at what he had written across the white splay. Nodding, he tucked the piece of decomposable paper into his coat pocket and turned to walk towards the door. He needed fresh air and a cigarette after tonight’s meeting. As Christian walked towards the door, he glanced at the man in the beige coat--before looking back towards the front. It was snowing outside and he was already late for a date with his bed.
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Post by Moved. on Mar 31, 2010 2:22:44 GMT -5
The Brit nodded his goodbye, tilting his head slightly as he watched Agent Lecroix make his way out into the cold night. As for Tyler, he would remain seated as he was, finishing his meal. It would be a matter of minutes before John Klein, another FBI agent he had been put in contact with, would slip out of his stool to make his way towards Tyler’s table. Slipping out of his beige coat, the blonde male would slip into the spot Agent Lecroix had been occupying and reach for his packet of cigarettes.
What did he tell you?
Nothing we didn’t already know. He was the one who ordered the shipment be stopped and sent via a different route; didn’t give me a name, however
The brunette scooped a forkful of pasta into his mouth.
What about the pictures?
He took them back, keeps them in a leather bound book Tyler responded, his mouth half full. He used the back of his hand to hide the contents within, glancing out the window briefly.
I want that book, Harle
I don’t see what that has to do with this mission, Agent Klein He replied curtly, not at all interested in this guy’s mannerisms; if Lecroix had been rude, then this guy was a thousand times worse. Narrowing his eyes, he set his fork down.
You agreed to do this, Harle. Don’t think little league prepared you for messing with the pros. Get me that diary, or you’ll have to answer to Bryne and myself.
And with that, the unpleasant man slipped back out of the booth, unlit cigarette between his lips.
Strangely enough, Tyler had lost his appetite.
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