Grant Ward sat in his little corner in the cafe.
"I still don't have anything to report." He hissed into the ear piece.
He had been trailing his guy for four days now. He seemed like an average Joe. No, he was better than your average Joe. He was one of those people so nice everyone could just look at them and know they were good to their very white as snow soul. During the week this fellow was a night guard at the local museum. Friday and Saturday the hulking man was a volunteer firefighter. Sunday he spent nearly the whole day at church then visited his parent's graves like a good little son. He prayed every night, worked out every afternoon, and he was always ready to lend a hand.
"No evil intent or nothing." He muttered bitterly.
He had come to the conclusion that Caleb Anderson was a six-foot-eight blonde Angel and his job here was bogus. He told everyone back on the bus as much.
"Thank you Agent Ward."
The dark haired man sighed. Four more weeks here right? Then he could stop trailing the perfect, blonde, do-gooder.
"Good morning."
The Agent jumped at bit at the sound. Nice one Grant, let your guard down then.
"Morning."
Speak of thy devil and thy devil shall appear.
"May I sit with you?" The tall muscled blonde asked.
"Sure?" Grant replied warily.
Caleb Anderson took a seat. "I've seen you here for a couple days now but I haven't seen anyone with you. You new here?" He leaned back sipping his hot chocolate.
Again the bloody Angel never had the dreaded substance of coffee, just hot cocoa. Grant wrapped a paw around his own cup of some kind of mocha he had ordered without thinking.
"Yeah."
Caleb grinned. "Welcome to town. Caleb Anderson."
"Grant Ward." They shook hands briskly.
"Did you come here for a move or vacation or just visiting?"
Grant huffed. "Just a temporary stay. No family so need to worry. Just for traveling purposes."
"Looking for a job?" Caleb asked gesturing to the newspaper opened to the help wanted section.
The other man shrugged. "I'm only going to be here for a few more weeks so I guess. Just a temporary one really, raking leaves or something."
The blonde grinned. His smile would be a heartbreaker if he even looked in a girl's direction Grant decided.
"We could use a hand down at the museum. One of our guys is on a paid three month leave and we could use the extra help for as long as we can get it."
"I would need to get finger printed and stuff though." Grant pretended to refuse. This was kind of great, getting one step closer to the enemy.
Caleb waved off his faked worries as if they were real. "The museum is private and the owner trusts me. You wanna walk down there in a bit?"
Grant shrugged.
"Well that's a golden opportunity if I ever did see one." Skye chimed in his ear.
"Almost too good. Be careful Ward." Fitz put in.
The agent smartly didn't respond. He was busy watching the delicately buff blonde sipping at his hot chocolate and looking out the cafe window. After a long gaze the man set down the empty cup and met Grant's eyes.
"You all ready?"
Grant glanced around. Nothing to stop him anyways. "Yep."
"Alrighty." The blonde stood up, he was taller than a skyscraper, or at least taller than Grant. "Jason." Caleb waved getting the owner's attention. "I'm picking up this guy's too."
The older black guy running the coffee machines gave him a distracted thumbs-up. Again with the goody-goody two shoes.
"Ok." Caleb said cheerfully once they got on the street. "The job is just late afternoon early night shift. You'll be patrolling with me... Is that ok?"
Grant nodded listening.
"Awesome." The blonde lead the way into a building behind the museum that Grant had tracked him guarding earlier. "Decker! Mathis!"
Two heads peeked around the corner from a glowing room. "What's up Lebby?"
"Got an extra hand for us."
They looked Grant over quickly. "Looks good enough." They went back to dutifully watching their monitors.
Caleb shrugged then smiled apologetically. "There more fun when their brains haven't been cooking for the past five hours. Anyways, this is the main guard station. Everyone's kind of centered around here so you'll get pretty familiar with this place. There isn't much to this job so the rest I can show you tonight. Sound ok?"
Grant nodded.
"Nice." Caleb gave him a clap on the shoulder. "Then just show up here around six-ish.
"Ok." The dark haired agent waved as he walked out the door.
"Like I said" Fitz garbled into the earpiece, "Too good to be true."
"I dunno. Seemed like fairly decent job to me." Skye replied.
I guess we'll see. Grant thought. He took up his place in his apartment that had been assigned for this mission. Shield training forced him to check the entire thing over before he could let his breath out. Grant went through his strength training routine then stretched out. He checked the clock and flopped on the bed. Nap time till five! He applauded himself with a grin as he set an alarm.