Post by jason bourne on Aug 23, 2010 17:11:55 GMT -5
The little coffee shop on the corner of an obscure street in New York was a million miles from Starbucks. The few tables outside were pitted and in dire need of a fresh coat of paint, the table worn and slightly lopsided. The coffee wasn't bad though. Jason prefered this type of place to the Big Brand names. Too many people in your local Starbucks or Costa Coffee. Around little mom and pop shops like these stranger tended to stick out. Easy to spot the ones who weren't there for coffee.
The newspaper was likewise an obscure tome. The front page splashed with the big news. " Elvis sighted in Georgia, Locals say 'We told you so'..." While most people would have laughed it off and bought a more respectable newspaper Jason knew how to read between the lines. Few of the stories contained within were true or even credible. But each one had a little nugget of truth just waiting to be discovered. Of course the news paper had another use, to hide the gun sitting in his lap. The sprayed black firearm concealed under the cheap pages.
Taking a sip from his coffee Jason turned the page on the newspaper. Taking up most of the inside cover was a picture of a young woman in her early twenties, naked but for some thin underwear, a sheepish smile on her face. The picture was grainey, taken with a last generation camera. The edge of the picture showed a little bit of the window looking out over a distinctive monument. The apartment where the picture had been photographed was somewhere in 42nd and 3rd. By the lighting in the picture and the angle of the shot he guessed it to be on the second floor. Casually he flipped the newspaper over, reading the violent crime and punishment section, his coffe, white with four sugars was sitting steaming nearby.
Getting into New York was a good oppertunity. The company he worked for now was simple. It took no sides, owned no allegiance to nation or religion. Jason had had his fill of patriots and fanatics and wasn't in any mood for either. However, that being said waiting for a ontact was murder even after all these years. He was anxious to see what kind of people the Central kept in their paybooks. He had picked up stories, heard a few names dropped but he would have to see his comrades with his own two eyes before he put any trust in any of them.
The newspaper was likewise an obscure tome. The front page splashed with the big news. " Elvis sighted in Georgia, Locals say 'We told you so'..." While most people would have laughed it off and bought a more respectable newspaper Jason knew how to read between the lines. Few of the stories contained within were true or even credible. But each one had a little nugget of truth just waiting to be discovered. Of course the news paper had another use, to hide the gun sitting in his lap. The sprayed black firearm concealed under the cheap pages.
Taking a sip from his coffee Jason turned the page on the newspaper. Taking up most of the inside cover was a picture of a young woman in her early twenties, naked but for some thin underwear, a sheepish smile on her face. The picture was grainey, taken with a last generation camera. The edge of the picture showed a little bit of the window looking out over a distinctive monument. The apartment where the picture had been photographed was somewhere in 42nd and 3rd. By the lighting in the picture and the angle of the shot he guessed it to be on the second floor. Casually he flipped the newspaper over, reading the violent crime and punishment section, his coffe, white with four sugars was sitting steaming nearby.
Getting into New York was a good oppertunity. The company he worked for now was simple. It took no sides, owned no allegiance to nation or religion. Jason had had his fill of patriots and fanatics and wasn't in any mood for either. However, that being said waiting for a ontact was murder even after all these years. He was anxious to see what kind of people the Central kept in their paybooks. He had picked up stories, heard a few names dropped but he would have to see his comrades with his own two eyes before he put any trust in any of them.