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Juliette stood, and waited for Drew.
Juliette stood, and waited for Drew.
Drew stood as well, he walked to the door and opened it for her.
She nodded, and stepped through the doorway, holding her file in one hand.
The mission shouldn't be too difficult, even though it involved Mafia, of all things. Well, she could handle it. She would.
He followed after her, "So what do you think of all this?" He asked, indicating to his file.
She cocked her head. "Well – it should be fun." She opened her file again. "I guess we'll be living in the same place."
"Ah, well I should probably let you know I'm allergic to bees, dust and being stabbed." He said,
She snorted. "Well, at least we have a stabbing allergy in common."
"It does seem to be pretty common," He nodded, looking off in a thousand mile stare.
"So. How do you want to get there?"
He looked at the location in his file, "We could catch a bus, or go on by train," He suggested.
"Let's do the train," Juliette suggested, tossing her head. A lock of hair had almost gotten in her eye.
He nodded, "I should pack, do you want to meet somewhere in about an hour?"
"How about by the main entrance?"
"Sounds good, see you in about an hour then," He waved, walking to his room.
She watched him walk away for a moment, then headed towards her own room.
Inside, she placed the few things she needed in a small suitcase, thinking about the mission ahead of her.
And the guy that was her partner.
Drew packed himself a small luggage bag with the things he needed, he made sure to take nothing that would connect him to the agency before slinging the bag over his shoulder and walking to the main entrance. His brain went from topic to topic, jumbling his thoughts in a not quite fluid way.
Juliette headed for the front, and saw Drew already there. "Ready?" she asked.
He nodded, "We might also want to get burner phones on out way there."
"Sounds like a plan." She headed out the door, dragging her suitcase.
Drew followed her, readjusting his bad slightly.
They went to the train station, and Juliette bought two tickets. They sat, and waited for the train.
"So," Drew began, "What do you do in your spare time?" He said, trying to break the silence with small talk.
She shifted in her seat, fiddling with the hem of her blouse. "Archery. I also play guitar."
"You do archery, that's so cool!" He said, his face lighting up. "How long have you been doing it?"
"A few years." She peered down the train tracks.
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