Jensen was seriously considering slapping his boss when he got back to HQ, or maybe just calling him right now to ask him why exactly he needed chief of security to spy on gang-bangers at 4 in the morning. Aug-hating gang-bangers to boot. He could've been doing some legitimately good work elsewhere, but no.
Adam Jensen was hiding on a rooftop overlooking a group of thugs, a flaming trash-can and absolutely nothing else.
And it was drizzling. Quite heavily.
It was lovely. No really. Fantastic even. When he got back, Adam was going to tell Sarif all the wondrous secrets he had learnt from a group of shuddering thugs standing in the rain.
It was then the infolink sparked to life. A familiar voice started to flow through his augmented ears.
"Hey Jensen! You there?"
"Where else would I be Malik?" Jensen replied sardonically.
"Just checkin' up on you. How's the reconnaissance going?" She said, ever-cheerful. The sound of her voice contrasted incredibly with the clouds of gloomy, black water that kept coming from nowhere.
"It's great. Listening to gang-bangers talk about what brand of cereal they like to eat for midnight snacks is absolutely illuminating." Jensen's words were coated in the slippery grease of sarcasm, leaking over the brim of the radio waves.
"Hey, I've seen your apartment. Talking ill of cereal-lovers is not something you should be doing. Or was I just imagining those Crunchy Pirates and Augmentchoos in the kitchen?" Malik countered in a mock-serious tone.
"No comment."
"Anyway, sounds like you could use a break, Mr. Super-spy."
"Suppose I could."
"I just got off from work, wanna meet for a post-midnight snack?" The pilot sounded strangely hopeful.
"Anything's better than this." Jensen said as he descended from the rooftop by fire-escape.
"Great! If you're not too far away, you could make it back to HQ, the cafeteria is usually pretty empty at this time."
"It's just a short walk. I'll be there in a few minutes." Jensen said as he walked past the precinct.
"See you soon chief!" Faridah said as the auditory connection was severed.
Jensen walked faster.
Faridah and Adam found themselves sharing the XL - version of the cafeteria's burger. Malik's flight gloves were haphazardly discarded next to the paper wrapping in a peeled pile whilst she devoured the food source with unhidden zeal. Adam found himself staring as the polite pilot turned into a T-Rex with a taste for Sarif- approved burgers. Malik finally noticed after a while that Adam wasn't digging in. She looked up to see him peering at her with a tilted head, similar to the geeks in the lab when they were dreaming up new augmentations and all that jazz.
"What?" The pilot asked with ketchup leaking out of the corners of her mouth.
"Nothing. You're just... enthusiastic." Jensen said in a musing voice. "It's interesting." He quickly added.
"Intereschting." Malik repeated without breaking eye-contact, or moving at all. Crumbles escaped the captivity of her mouth to roll upon the table and her uniform.
Adam slowly removed a slice of burger, without breaking eye-contact and slowly began to eat. Apparently satisfied, Malik returned to her glorious feast.
"Thisch is good. We schould do it agaihn sometime." Faridah spoke through a semi-solid wall of food without looking up.
"The VTOL doesn't pack a refrigerator?" Adam asked whilst munching.
"Hah!" A minor explosion of beef riddled the table. "Againsht regulashtions." She said bitterly. Like the name of an old rival from high-school.
Adam hummed in understanding.
"You're right. We should do this again." Jensen said after a pause.
Malik looked up again and smiled a messy smile at the mild-mannered super-spy.
"Itsh a date!" She exclaimed happily raising her naked fists to the roof.
Adam Jensen froze for a few seconds. His face as dead as dead can be.
"It's a date." He said as if he had reached the most vital decision in his life.
Oh Jensen. What have you done?