10-16-2013, 01:30 AM
Tony committed Jensen's address to memory. Of course, he had not followed him inside the apartment complex, so he did not know the number, but he was confident that, should anything happen that required intervention, he would be able to find Jensen quickly enough.
After a moment's pause to observe the area - a run down part of the City Tony had rarely frequented, the locale of any number of sordid rumours circulated amongst the upper classes of Moscow - he turned on his heels and headed back to the metro station.
The morning overcast seemed even more dull to his bleary eyes, devoid of the power of life as he was. He wouldn't try his luck though, falling asleep why using the power could be very dangerous. As such, he nearly fell on his back when a woman popped out from a side-street right in front of him.
It was not often he was surprised, usually he would have heard the footsteps with enhanced hearing. He stood staring for a moment, sightless, until his vision focused.
He mustered all of his remaining energy into a semblance of alertness, seizing the power with a shaky grip.
It was the woman from the bar, wearing an impish grin on her face. Had she followed him? Tony searched his memory for faces, but he did not remember anyone that looked like her, nor had any of the people he kept tabs on go to the US, not anyone that would fit her description.
Perhaps it was Jensen she followed. It would make more sense, but why did she approach him then?
Very bad, but he was nothing if not patient. Tony put on a smile - the one he used to use wooing an important businessman or politician with equal parts confidence and deference. "To what do I owe this pleasure? It's too much to hope it was love at first sight. So, what can I do for you?"
After a moment's pause to observe the area - a run down part of the City Tony had rarely frequented, the locale of any number of sordid rumours circulated amongst the upper classes of Moscow - he turned on his heels and headed back to the metro station.
The morning overcast seemed even more dull to his bleary eyes, devoid of the power of life as he was. He wouldn't try his luck though, falling asleep why using the power could be very dangerous. As such, he nearly fell on his back when a woman popped out from a side-street right in front of him.
It was not often he was surprised, usually he would have heard the footsteps with enhanced hearing. He stood staring for a moment, sightless, until his vision focused.
He mustered all of his remaining energy into a semblance of alertness, seizing the power with a shaky grip.
It was the woman from the bar, wearing an impish grin on her face. Had she followed him? Tony searched his memory for faces, but he did not remember anyone that looked like her, nor had any of the people he kept tabs on go to the US, not anyone that would fit her description.
Perhaps it was Jensen she followed. It would make more sense, but why did she approach him then?
Very bad, but he was nothing if not patient. Tony put on a smile - the one he used to use wooing an important businessman or politician with equal parts confidence and deference. "To what do I owe this pleasure? It's too much to hope it was love at first sight. So, what can I do for you?"