Prompt: Derek Reese, beer

If he let himself forget their purpose (break into a high-security government building and destroy a high-profile traffic control computer program destined to one day destroy the human race), Derek could almost believe that everything was okay, normal, safe. He sat at the table, cold beer in hand (even if the waitress had looked at him a little funny for ordering one so early in the day) and a beautiful woman beside him, and he could almost pretend that their only reason for being was to enjoy the sunshine and the breeze and each other's company.

He'd only been 15 at Judgment Day; his parents had considered him too young, but he could imagine that this is what a date might have felt like. He glanced over at Sarah, sipping her iced tea and watching the heavily armed guards across the street. Not that he could really see being on a date with the woman who was, in fact if not in name, his brother's widow.

Derek lifted the glass to his lips and downed a third of the beer in one swallow. He could see the wheels turning as she watched, trying to figure out a way to get into that building. "Don't worry," he told her and leaned a little closer, "we're not going in through the front door."