Post by me on Jan 15, 2008 2:05:57 GMT -5
The conversation wasn't to happen in an overly cliche place like some secret facility beneath the mountains or another similarily silly place like that. Instead it was done through a simple exhange at a mostly deserted bus stop. A small light flickered over head as a man sat with a carnation perched precariously on his hat.
The simple flower let the person he was meeting know that not only was he there, but that the small device he carried in a small attache case had indeed succeded in sweeping the area for listening devices. They couldn't deal with laser microphones aimed at the glass panels of the small booth, but then again, the natural vibrations of the city around them did that job for them.
It wasn't yet dark you see, just that strange gray shade that comes as the sun begins to set, and everything makes the slow transition to shaows. Just dark enough to ensure that not to many people would be walking around to over hear them, but bright enough to make their presence less conspicuous.
The second man approached, a newspaper that was several weeks old clutched under his right elbow in what looked like an awkward grip. Obviously he was unused to using his right arm for such a task, but that is why they had agree'd upon the sign. IT made it easy for him to tell that he was indeed here for the meeting.
His meeing wasn't wearing anything as obvious as a trench coat either, just a cheap coat that covered a rather more expensive collared shirt. He carried an attache case that matched his to the exact detail, not including weight and content, but that was a rather good thing at the moment.
He tipped his hat in deference before standing and embracing the man like an old friend, and it was then that they engaged in the pre ordained sign/counter sign that would leave no doubt that they were in fact client and employer.
"Davy! Its so god to see you after so long," the newcomer said to the mercenary in a weaker voice then he would have liked. The man still wasn't entirely use to acting his part.
IT wouldn't matter for very much longer anyways, "Hello Bill, It just goes to show you that the world is a much smaller place. Imagine meeting you at a bus stop of all places." His falsely deepened voice was just the right tone and volume to set most people at ease, and the smile he had masterfully crafted looked rather genuine.
This threw the newcomer off, but he managed to recover. Apparently he did have a little bit of skill at this, but that could be his carefully optomistic nature peeking through. Thus sayeth the one who thought the world would end if he left his stove onfor a minute over its intended time, but of course it was his job to be thourough.
"Not small enough, I was hoping to meet with you last week," the newcomer finished, thus ending the ritual as they both sat, attache cases were traded during the hug, slid to the other persons side by careful nudging from the man's toe.
"So, whats the information you have for me," he said as they sat, his voice had suddenly changed. Its tone hadn't been altered in the slightest, but a lower volume and a slight twist to his smile managed to darken his features and voice.
"We have two of them this time, and it will be hard for anyone to reach what we have started calling iteration 285-2b. Not even the Argus Rho cell can touch them, at least that is our current belief," the man said nervously.
His voice had a way of making these clueless beauracrats speak, but then again they were spineless gutless and no authority of their own to excersise. HE on the other hand had a variety of violent practices which he could easily use to gain authority should he choose to excersise those rights. "Locations are in the bad like I asked?" he quickly retaliated, "because if they are then I will find them. Just nod your head, because the bus arrives in two minutes and we don't want them to see us together."
The man merely nodded, and with that the mercenary walked away. The nervous man merely sighed and began to reach for his pocket when he suddenly jerked back against the rough wooden bench. There was no sudden explosion of blood or sound as the snipers round found its mark, just the wet sound created by the balls impact.
He had another man on the bus who would pic up the case he had left behind. No wasted money or technology, the perfect way to meet then eliminate an informer who would serve no further purpose.
The simple flower let the person he was meeting know that not only was he there, but that the small device he carried in a small attache case had indeed succeded in sweeping the area for listening devices. They couldn't deal with laser microphones aimed at the glass panels of the small booth, but then again, the natural vibrations of the city around them did that job for them.
It wasn't yet dark you see, just that strange gray shade that comes as the sun begins to set, and everything makes the slow transition to shaows. Just dark enough to ensure that not to many people would be walking around to over hear them, but bright enough to make their presence less conspicuous.
The second man approached, a newspaper that was several weeks old clutched under his right elbow in what looked like an awkward grip. Obviously he was unused to using his right arm for such a task, but that is why they had agree'd upon the sign. IT made it easy for him to tell that he was indeed here for the meeting.
His meeing wasn't wearing anything as obvious as a trench coat either, just a cheap coat that covered a rather more expensive collared shirt. He carried an attache case that matched his to the exact detail, not including weight and content, but that was a rather good thing at the moment.
He tipped his hat in deference before standing and embracing the man like an old friend, and it was then that they engaged in the pre ordained sign/counter sign that would leave no doubt that they were in fact client and employer.
"Davy! Its so god to see you after so long," the newcomer said to the mercenary in a weaker voice then he would have liked. The man still wasn't entirely use to acting his part.
IT wouldn't matter for very much longer anyways, "Hello Bill, It just goes to show you that the world is a much smaller place. Imagine meeting you at a bus stop of all places." His falsely deepened voice was just the right tone and volume to set most people at ease, and the smile he had masterfully crafted looked rather genuine.
This threw the newcomer off, but he managed to recover. Apparently he did have a little bit of skill at this, but that could be his carefully optomistic nature peeking through. Thus sayeth the one who thought the world would end if he left his stove onfor a minute over its intended time, but of course it was his job to be thourough.
"Not small enough, I was hoping to meet with you last week," the newcomer finished, thus ending the ritual as they both sat, attache cases were traded during the hug, slid to the other persons side by careful nudging from the man's toe.
"So, whats the information you have for me," he said as they sat, his voice had suddenly changed. Its tone hadn't been altered in the slightest, but a lower volume and a slight twist to his smile managed to darken his features and voice.
"We have two of them this time, and it will be hard for anyone to reach what we have started calling iteration 285-2b. Not even the Argus Rho cell can touch them, at least that is our current belief," the man said nervously.
His voice had a way of making these clueless beauracrats speak, but then again they were spineless gutless and no authority of their own to excersise. HE on the other hand had a variety of violent practices which he could easily use to gain authority should he choose to excersise those rights. "Locations are in the bad like I asked?" he quickly retaliated, "because if they are then I will find them. Just nod your head, because the bus arrives in two minutes and we don't want them to see us together."
The man merely nodded, and with that the mercenary walked away. The nervous man merely sighed and began to reach for his pocket when he suddenly jerked back against the rough wooden bench. There was no sudden explosion of blood or sound as the snipers round found its mark, just the wet sound created by the balls impact.
He had another man on the bus who would pic up the case he had left behind. No wasted money or technology, the perfect way to meet then eliminate an informer who would serve no further purpose.