At eight o'clock in the morning Henry Thompson vanished into a building at 45 Battery Drive. That was almost a year ago. Agent H hadn't had much time to think about that day since. Not with all he had to do. A clean-cut man in a black suit, with Greek features, unremarkably brown hair, forgettable grey eyes. He walked, almost marched, up to the newsstand in the corner and began looking through the aptly named "hot sheets." A sharp yell and a grunt made him turn in time to catch a person who almost been pushed into traffic. The bag they were carrying fell instead, spilling a book on graphology.
"Ya jackass!" She yelled. It was a she; a human female. With long rust colored hair, a hint of California tan, and deep brown eyes. Agent H helped her stand.
"Thanks." she grumbled, wiping off her clothes nervously.
"No problem." the agent responded and turned back to the newsstand.
"Look, long's I'm 'ere might's well..." the woman continued, grabbing a few of the hot sheets herself. "Some'in' ta read durin' class." She laughed. A knot had formed in the agent's gut and that laugh drove a knife through it. Her smile faded a bit as she focused on him. "Strange...I could swear...d' I know you?"
Agent H stared at her for a long while before speaking. His voice was quiet. He didn't trust it any louder. "No. No you don't."
"Really?" Agatha insisted. "Got th' strangest feelin' a deja vu. Ya sure we ain't ne'er met 'fore?"
"Maybe. In a past life."
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A/N: So that's the story. Whatcha think? I've been getting e-mail suggestions that I should continue this thing, semi-series like? Should I do a prequel? Sequel? Both ? Or neither? Press that little review button thigny and give me yer opinions.
"Ya jackass!" She yelled. It was a she; a human female. With long rust colored hair, a hint of California tan, and deep brown eyes. Agent H helped her stand.
"Thanks." she grumbled, wiping off her clothes nervously.
"No problem." the agent responded and turned back to the newsstand.
"Look, long's I'm 'ere might's well..." the woman continued, grabbing a few of the hot sheets herself. "Some'in' ta read durin' class." She laughed. A knot had formed in the agent's gut and that laugh drove a knife through it. Her smile faded a bit as she focused on him. "Strange...I could swear...d' I know you?"
Agent H stared at her for a long while before speaking. His voice was quiet. He didn't trust it any louder. "No. No you don't."
"Really?" Agatha insisted. "Got th' strangest feelin' a deja vu. Ya sure we ain't ne'er met 'fore?"
"Maybe. In a past life."
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A/N: So that's the story. Whatcha think? I've been getting e-mail suggestions that I should continue this thing, semi-series like? Should I do a prequel? Sequel? Both ? Or neither? Press that little review button thigny and give me yer opinions.