Kitty On Rails
Meowies~
Of all places to meet, why choose an airport...? That question kept surfacing on Jane Dean's mind. She was sitting alone on a seat in an airport busy for its midday flight. Never ending stream of people keep on moving around her, each absorbed in their own tight-packed schedule. From time to time people would gave her a weird look, probably wondering why she was there, sitting alone doing nothing. There was no further instruction, the only thing she knew was that she had to wait there until someone contacted her. But it had been an hour already, and she had almost reached her limit. Was this all a scam?
"Oh hell," she said to no one in particular, mainly just to vent her anger, "enough is enough. If nobody showed up in five minutes, I'm going home!"
Just when she said that, someone tapped on her shoulder, making her yelp and quickly turned around. What greeted her was a man dressed like a cowboy, with jeans, red-colored scarf, and the appropriate high-crowned, wide-brimmed hat. The only thing which break off this theme was his urban-colored long coat, like the one worn by detectives in television show. Yet even with this appearance fit to be a halloween costume, no one seems to take notice of him. People only threw him a casual glance sometimes before moving on with their business.
"You! I've been waiting for an hour already! Where have you been?" Jane immediately spat at him.
"Sorry, sorry, the traffic wasn't kind to me, " the man gave her a nonchalant grin. Clearly not sorry. She pouted in response.
The truth is, he had been eyeing her from the moment that she had arrived. Standing a few meters away from her, he wanted to test whether she would've noticed his presence. Even after an hour she still didn't, and she didn't seem to fake it either. That's good. That means she was a mere civilian. That's when he finally decided to finally make contact with her.
"So? Why did you tell me to meet you here? Shouldn't we meet in the heroes' office instead?"
"To protect you," he answered in a casual tone, yet the hint of seriousness in it made her listened immediately. "Meeting up in public place like this made it easier to blend with the crowds, and so there's less chance of your identity being leaked to dangerous people. Not everyone want to go public with their identity in this line of work, and so we want to protect the recruit's identity for the start."
"...I see," she nodded.
"But," the grin returned to his face, "you're right in that this is not a good place to have conversation. This is merely a rendezvouz point. After this we'll move to a better location. But now, I'll have to ask you to wait. Usually we do this thing alone with our recruit, but today it's special. We'll wait for my friend and her recruit to meet up with us here. So," he said as he plopped down to the seat beside her, "sit down here and play the waiting game a bit more with me."
Her face showed dissatisfaction, yet there was nothing else that she could do. She sat down as well, wondering how much longer does she need to wait.
"Oh hell," she said to no one in particular, mainly just to vent her anger, "enough is enough. If nobody showed up in five minutes, I'm going home!"
Just when she said that, someone tapped on her shoulder, making her yelp and quickly turned around. What greeted her was a man dressed like a cowboy, with jeans, red-colored scarf, and the appropriate high-crowned, wide-brimmed hat. The only thing which break off this theme was his urban-colored long coat, like the one worn by detectives in television show. Yet even with this appearance fit to be a halloween costume, no one seems to take notice of him. People only threw him a casual glance sometimes before moving on with their business.
"You! I've been waiting for an hour already! Where have you been?" Jane immediately spat at him.
"Sorry, sorry, the traffic wasn't kind to me, " the man gave her a nonchalant grin. Clearly not sorry. She pouted in response.
The truth is, he had been eyeing her from the moment that she had arrived. Standing a few meters away from her, he wanted to test whether she would've noticed his presence. Even after an hour she still didn't, and she didn't seem to fake it either. That's good. That means she was a mere civilian. That's when he finally decided to finally make contact with her.
"So? Why did you tell me to meet you here? Shouldn't we meet in the heroes' office instead?"
"To protect you," he answered in a casual tone, yet the hint of seriousness in it made her listened immediately. "Meeting up in public place like this made it easier to blend with the crowds, and so there's less chance of your identity being leaked to dangerous people. Not everyone want to go public with their identity in this line of work, and so we want to protect the recruit's identity for the start."
"...I see," she nodded.
"But," the grin returned to his face, "you're right in that this is not a good place to have conversation. This is merely a rendezvouz point. After this we'll move to a better location. But now, I'll have to ask you to wait. Usually we do this thing alone with our recruit, but today it's special. We'll wait for my friend and her recruit to meet up with us here. So," he said as he plopped down to the seat beside her, "sit down here and play the waiting game a bit more with me."
Her face showed dissatisfaction, yet there was nothing else that she could do. She sat down as well, wondering how much longer does she need to wait.