Part 16
Call me in the morning.
After she gives me a number to call in the morning, so, I can discuss the details with Arnaud, she gets out of the car before I can stop her. I frown a little. I guess it could have gone worse. I step out of the car,(It smells like a storm is about to hit. Its good in a way, we need the rain.) looking for her, but with the sun glaring in my eyes, I am unsure which way she went. Well, there goes my assisstant. I don't really need one anyway. But the Official is not going to like this.I can't believe I just did that, I actually considered joining the other side. Though its not like you can tell which side we are on sometimes, I suppose it could be worse. I don't actually have to call, and if they want me so bad, I seriously doubt they will try to torture me again. I hear rain starting outside.
They can't do anything if I don't call, and if I decide to go into hiding, from both places, they will never find me. I can George help me locate hide my trail. That's what I should do, get a new identity and start over. I am getting tired of this all. I think I will just go get lunch first. I am really hungry, and I don't know the last time I ate a real meal, and not snack food. The Official really can't make me work, there is nothing to do. We have no cases, I don't think we do anyway, I do remember something about the FBI sending something over, but I am sure they wrapped it up before I got their. So, I can take a little vacation.The only reason I was called in they said was to show my assistant the ropes. I smile at this. I climb back in the car, and pull my sunglasses out of the glove box. I reach over and close the passenger door, and then I sit straight, closing my door, buckling up, and putting the key in the ignition. The rain begins to fall harder, pounding a nice rhythm into the hood, and roof. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter.
I know this great little cafe I can go to, and no one will bother me. I can eat in peace,not get wet, and formulate, "Operation: unburdened mouse." I laugh that has a nice ring to it. I start to pull away, when I notice someone running through the parking lot trying to stay dry. I beep my horn. She comes running to the car, I roll down my window. "Where are you off to Monroe?"
"Out to lunch, but my cars in the garage down the street." She says frowning.
"Why don't you have lunch, with me, and you won't have to get any wetter running to your car, unless you want me to drive you to your car." I ask. She is shivering in that tiny blue skirt, with white shirt, though she is trying to hide it.
"I would like to have lunch, then I wouldn't have to drive, I'm not really in a driving mood, that is if its not any trouble."
"No trouble, hop in." She runs around to the other side and gets in. I reach behind the seat, and pull a blanket off the floorboard.
She sits shivering against the seat, I hand it to her, and she doesn't say anything, but gives me a nod of thanks, taking it. She wraps herself in it, and we pull out of the lot.
The rain continues its drum rendition. I roll up the window, so it doesn't rain on her, since it has started to rain sideways. "Thank you for the ride, I hope its messing up any schedule you had." She says gazing out the window. I notice her, peeking over and checking out my painting outfit, which I hadn't had time to change from, when The Official made me leave.
"No, the only reason, I got called in, was to show my assistant the ropes, and she kind of skipped out." I tell her. I try and make eye contact, but she shifts away.
"Why did she leave, I thought she was so eager about working here?" She questions.
I laugh. "How many people do you know who are anxious to work at the... nevermind." I say, retracting my comment remembering she HAD forced her way into the agency.
"You have every reason to laugh, it is true, no one really wants to work at the agency, but after a while, it ...grows on you." She says, catching my gaze. She gives me a small smile.
I give her a small smile back.
(more to come)
Call me in the morning.
After she gives me a number to call in the morning, so, I can discuss the details with Arnaud, she gets out of the car before I can stop her. I frown a little. I guess it could have gone worse. I step out of the car,(It smells like a storm is about to hit. Its good in a way, we need the rain.) looking for her, but with the sun glaring in my eyes, I am unsure which way she went. Well, there goes my assisstant. I don't really need one anyway. But the Official is not going to like this.I can't believe I just did that, I actually considered joining the other side. Though its not like you can tell which side we are on sometimes, I suppose it could be worse. I don't actually have to call, and if they want me so bad, I seriously doubt they will try to torture me again. I hear rain starting outside.
They can't do anything if I don't call, and if I decide to go into hiding, from both places, they will never find me. I can George help me locate hide my trail. That's what I should do, get a new identity and start over. I am getting tired of this all. I think I will just go get lunch first. I am really hungry, and I don't know the last time I ate a real meal, and not snack food. The Official really can't make me work, there is nothing to do. We have no cases, I don't think we do anyway, I do remember something about the FBI sending something over, but I am sure they wrapped it up before I got their. So, I can take a little vacation.The only reason I was called in they said was to show my assistant the ropes. I smile at this. I climb back in the car, and pull my sunglasses out of the glove box. I reach over and close the passenger door, and then I sit straight, closing my door, buckling up, and putting the key in the ignition. The rain begins to fall harder, pounding a nice rhythm into the hood, and roof. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter.
I know this great little cafe I can go to, and no one will bother me. I can eat in peace,not get wet, and formulate, "Operation: unburdened mouse." I laugh that has a nice ring to it. I start to pull away, when I notice someone running through the parking lot trying to stay dry. I beep my horn. She comes running to the car, I roll down my window. "Where are you off to Monroe?"
"Out to lunch, but my cars in the garage down the street." She says frowning.
"Why don't you have lunch, with me, and you won't have to get any wetter running to your car, unless you want me to drive you to your car." I ask. She is shivering in that tiny blue skirt, with white shirt, though she is trying to hide it.
"I would like to have lunch, then I wouldn't have to drive, I'm not really in a driving mood, that is if its not any trouble."
"No trouble, hop in." She runs around to the other side and gets in. I reach behind the seat, and pull a blanket off the floorboard.
She sits shivering against the seat, I hand it to her, and she doesn't say anything, but gives me a nod of thanks, taking it. She wraps herself in it, and we pull out of the lot.
The rain continues its drum rendition. I roll up the window, so it doesn't rain on her, since it has started to rain sideways. "Thank you for the ride, I hope its messing up any schedule you had." She says gazing out the window. I notice her, peeking over and checking out my painting outfit, which I hadn't had time to change from, when The Official made me leave.
"No, the only reason, I got called in, was to show my assistant the ropes, and she kind of skipped out." I tell her. I try and make eye contact, but she shifts away.
"Why did she leave, I thought she was so eager about working here?" She questions.
I laugh. "How many people do you know who are anxious to work at the... nevermind." I say, retracting my comment remembering she HAD forced her way into the agency.
"You have every reason to laugh, it is true, no one really wants to work at the agency, but after a while, it ...grows on you." She says, catching my gaze. She gives me a small smile.
I give her a small smile back.
(more to come)