"Did I ever tell you, Luv, that I wanted to own a farm?" Mark was dressed all in black as he sat hunched down in the driver's seat of their car holding a pair of binoculars to his eyes. It was almost one AM and he and April had been following a suspected mid - level THRUSH hoping he would lead them to a new satrap that had allegedly begun operations in the Inwood section of Manhattan. Right now, he was having dinner so they had some time to kill.
April sat beside him wearing her own binoculars. "No, you've never mentioned it before, Darling. What made you think of it, now?"
"Well, I'm bloody bored for one thing. A few nights ago, I was watching the telly and there was a program on about farming and it just looked like such an idyllic life and it reminded me that I wanted to raise sheep when I was a child. My mum thought it was a great idea."
"Oh, I'm sure you would have been a wonderful farmer. Your sheep would have adored you."
"Aye, right up until I took them to the slaughterhouse."
"What a terrible thing to say!" April laughed, "Terrible, but funny." She was about to say something else when she noticed their bird exiting the restaurant. "Start the car, Darling. There he goes." As Mark began to follow at a discreet distance April said, "We're definitely discussing you and your farm dreams over drinks sometime soon."
