Author's Note: After a Half year Hiatus, I have decided to revive this fic. However I have completely changed this chapter, and the direction of the story, so please read and review. That said I am grateful too everyone who reviewed the previos version of this chapter.
Chapter Two: The Observers
'Is he asleep yet?' Agent Smith said, his voice clean, and crisp, personality free.
'His breathing pattern's indicate that he is' Agent Jones replied, her southern accent thick, and evocative, of fried chicken and little girl's picking sweet peas.
'He's fooled us before' Smith growled back
'Whose fault was that?'
Smith was silenced by that remark, as he should be. The agent's had been observing Daniel for almost a month now. From A van, then the apartment across a street. Even after all this time, they did not get along. They had only agreed on what take-out to get, once.
Both were considerably tenser tonight, because they realized that tonight was different, they were not just going to observe Daniel sleep from a distance. Tonight they were going to break in, not to search the apartment, because they had done that before, many times. This time they were there for one thing, and one thing alone, the book Daniel was working on.
Smith, started lacing up his boots, Jones loaded her, pistol, and then slipped it into her shoulder holster.
"Ready' Jones, said as if it was a challenge to the death.
"Of course' Smith dryly replied, together the agent's exited the apartment and crossed the street, causally. They entered Daniel's apartment building feigning lost.
Then using a key they slipped into his sanctuary, of an apartment. They went right for his briefcase. In less then five minutes they were outside his apartment shivering in the rain, with Daniel's book.
Jones, and smith hurried back to their own apartment, rain drifting of the end of Smith's very long nose.
Once they shut the door they opened the book. This book was entirely unlike the book's, Daniel had written before. See this one was an autobiography, but it was not the type of autobiography that complained about how hard the author's childhood had been. It was all about his adult life. That wouldn't have mattered if Daniel were just an archeologist and a professor. But he was far more then that.
Because of that Smith and Jones were going to have to kill him
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