A Walk in the life of Agent Sands
By: JasonResno
A/N-This is just the ramblings of one certain Agent Sands as he takes a 'graceful' walk through the streets of Mexico. This isn't meant to be a novel, just some brief entertainment to kill your boredom.
WARNING: LANGUAGE
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Dear god, is this fucking shithole of a place ALLWAYS hot?!
Agent Sands looked around, rather he made the motion as if he looked around. Under those dark sunglasses a large surprise awaited anyone who dared to look.
Hot, dirty, crowded, and where in the hell is that El figure at anyway. I need to s…meet with him.
Sands tapped the ground in front of him with his smooth black cane, a few onlookers gave a questioning "Que?" but none stopped the man.
This really is a fucking inconvenience…you know…the whole NO EYES PART!
Sands ran a gloved hand through his black locks, at this time he tapped the wall and received a metallic clank. And through some act of memory he turned left, hopped two steps, turned right and sat down at a café table.
"Ah, waiter ma'am, I'd like some…pork please." Sands motioned with his hand as if he owned the place, and indeed it would seem so. He'd been to this particular café everyday of the week for the past month after the Day of the Dead.
"Yes, senor." The waitress nodded her head and walked off.
Sands sat aside his cane and a black bag, this he placed between his legs where it was sure to be safe from any…prying hands.
Now where is he……"Your pork, senor, would you like a drink?" The waitress interjected quietly, this man had a known temper.
"Si, yes, bring me some water, and be on a lookout for my friend. He's about yay high, dark hair, Mexican, guitar."
"Si, senor."
Sands felt around the dirty table until he came upon his fork. He bit into the meat, brought it properly to his mouth and took a small bite.
Someone is going to die today.