The small diner sat off route 51, unrecognisable as an establishment unless the area is well known to the individual. Perhaps three other people sat in the restaurant with black-trench-coat man's lackey and myself; not including black-trench-coat-man. It was unclear to me whether the three other people were under-cover agents working for black-trench-coat man, or just sad, lonely men with nothing better to do then drown their sorrows in the 'heart attack hamburger's' they were devouring.

Removing my attention away from the possible agents, I studied the lackey situated on the red plastic seat across from me.

He was the same man from the casino and the same man who had been hounding me for weeks, appearing in other aspects of my life when recalling them, even simple things like grocery shopping; he was there. It was fair to say, he was the least intimidating man I had ever laid eyes on; even less intimidating than Red Skull's mouse man. That, in itself, deserved a pat on the back, and explained my total overlook of him. He did not stand out at all.

He was of short stature, maybe 5'6, dressed in the same spotless suit I always seemed to see him in. I could only imagine it concealed his underlying muscular frame to give the appearance of non-threatening party. His hair was receding, giving show to his perpetually happy face; always smiling at something. It was growing increasingly irritating the more I watched it.

I regretted following him into the black SUV almost immediately, on the premise of his expression alone. But, the weeks of relentless hounding was the sole validation as to why I was still sited on the bent plastic chair, a cup of untouched, cooling coffee in the table. 'Why am I here?' we had been sat in silence for seven minutes, listening to the soft rumble of the local radio, as opposed to discussing whatever issue he and black-trench-coat-man had.

Upon my words, Smiley-McGee turned his body towards me, giving me his full, undivided attention. 'I am here about you, Miss… Siobhan' his stuttering over my name pondered just how much he and his superior knew about me; they hadn't even been able to discover my last name. 'My superior back at the Strategic Homeland –'

'Yeah, the long name place. What about him? Where is he, anyway?' He had not followed us to the diner, simply observing me going to the diner.

'He has other matters to attend to' the man answered vaguely. 'He has been watching you for a while, and believes you would make an excellent candidate to a program he is initialising. Of course, it is all in the beta stages right now, but he needs the co-operation of a select few. He believes that you are one of them.' And I believed my face resembled one of a surprised goat as I processed the words. The noise that was emitted from my mouth, to, resembled a surprised goat. 'If you could clear some time to come along to our facility, we can explain more.' I took the card being extended towards me, pocketing it with a nod.

Once his hands were freed up, Smiley-McGee reached onto the seat next to him, placing a small stack of files onto the table and sliding them over to me. 'If you could read through these, it may explain more of what we do.' Not wanting to refuse such mysterious looking files, I placed them carefully in my bag, seeing the agent was no longer seated. 'I will take you back to the Tower, now.'