10-22-2019, 11:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-23-2019, 01:18 AM by Jay Carpenter.)
Three empty plates lay abandoned on the table. His stomach was full, but the pit remained. At one point a flash of golden hair struck the corner of his eye, and Jay glanced too fast. The room spun when he realized it was Natalie’s hair, not hers, and not for the first time, Jay questioned every choice he ever made. Scratch that. He regretted every damn choice ever made. This was what each selfish, arrogant step on the road of his life led toward. His jaw tightened from its slack defeat. He never claimed to be a hero. Definitely not time to start now.
The waiter sauntered over, scooping up plates like an expert juggler. “Anything else dumplin's?” There was no smile despite the sticky sound of his voice. This was a man accustomed to trashy patrons, and yet found them repulsive. Jay couldn’t imagine why.
He flashed the waiter an extra zero in the line for his tip before quickly deleting it. “Any suggestions where someone can buy a secondhand wallet?” He let his gaze fall heavy upon the waiter’s, who looked between them both curiously. “Maybe…” and Jay tapped out that extra zero while they exchanged information.
An ‘unlocked’ wallet would let him log into his accounts without activating the device under his own name. It kept him about as untraceable as a civilian could get on short notice. Message logs were overflowing - hah - shockingly many were from Nox. No time to read them now, though. Priority was to send messages to anyone and everyone who had so much as a rumor about Amengual’s allies in Mexico. He would be short-handed now following the destruction at the laboratories. The man was probably going to beg, borrow and steal the closest helicopter he could find, but even then, when the airspace was controlled by your enemies along the border, he would be hard-pressed to fly through without ironclad deals protecting him from being shot down.
They piled unceremoniously back into the fueled-up truck and continued the journey south with little else said along the way.
The waiter sauntered over, scooping up plates like an expert juggler. “Anything else dumplin's?” There was no smile despite the sticky sound of his voice. This was a man accustomed to trashy patrons, and yet found them repulsive. Jay couldn’t imagine why.
He flashed the waiter an extra zero in the line for his tip before quickly deleting it. “Any suggestions where someone can buy a secondhand wallet?” He let his gaze fall heavy upon the waiter’s, who looked between them both curiously. “Maybe…” and Jay tapped out that extra zero while they exchanged information.
An ‘unlocked’ wallet would let him log into his accounts without activating the device under his own name. It kept him about as untraceable as a civilian could get on short notice. Message logs were overflowing - hah - shockingly many were from Nox. No time to read them now, though. Priority was to send messages to anyone and everyone who had so much as a rumor about Amengual’s allies in Mexico. He would be short-handed now following the destruction at the laboratories. The man was probably going to beg, borrow and steal the closest helicopter he could find, but even then, when the airspace was controlled by your enemies along the border, he would be hard-pressed to fly through without ironclad deals protecting him from being shot down.
They piled unceremoniously back into the fueled-up truck and continued the journey south with little else said along the way.
Only darkness shows you the light.