Finally, you found a lead, a lead with promising results, and it makes plenty of sense thinking about it that way. The CIA trains their agents to bull shit anything, be it a personality or a condition, so it's not unusual for you to have these weird tics and be able to handle these situations so instinctively. Wait, no, that's not right. The CIA would train you to bypass sympathy when killing and tell you shooting someone in the eye would leave them dead before they hit the ground, but they wouldn't make firing a gun at someone's eyes instinctive. The only way that would have been trained into you is if you studied under an assassin. Maybe you infiltrated the CIA for some "friends" in crime, trying to throw them off the trail, but the CIA found out and your "friends" tried to kill you to protect themselves. No, no, you told Rocky you were CIA, so you're probably CIA and you infiltrated a gang of criminals. But what if you lied to Rocky? What if you wanted this Ashley to follow the wrong lead and expose herself to you, so you told Rocky a lie for that purpose?
'Shit,' you think to yourself, 'I have a solid lead, and I can't even confirm if it's true or not. Wait, there is Ashley. If I can find her and learn about her, I can confirm what I was trying to do with her. But how the hell do I find someone who I can't even remember?'
You decide this is a lead best folded up and put in your pocket for a later date. You walk out the door, returning to the dining area, and finally get a good look at the woman at the counter. She notices you looking almost immediately and turns her head, placing a gloved hand on her cheek to hide her face almost completely. Regardless, that brief moment gave you enough of a look at her for a few things to happen. First, you noticed she has beautiful green eyes and doesn't really wear makeup, or she's not tonight at least. She isn't visibly carrying a purse, so she more than likely carries just the essentials in her pockets, or perhaps the purse is stuffed into her windbreaker's front pockets. Due to the loose windbreaker, it's hard to figure out how big her tits are or if she's hiding anything, but this woman has a bigger mystery surrounding her, as proven by a flashblack.
You recall lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to some machines, you were faking a coma, knowing, someone, wouldn't let the hospital staff run a thorough exam, just a simple test every so often at the most. When no one was in the room, you were just relaxing, bending your joints and scratching a few itches, when you heard someone approaching your room. You fell back into your act just before your door opened. Whoever entered was a patient, based on the sounds they made while walking, they were wearing hospital slippers. They stealthily came over to your bed, and you felt the air rush around you. Based on the feel of the rush, they pulled both their arms up simultaneously very quickly, meaning they were going to attack you. Fearing the worst, you threw up your hands and blocked them, opening your eyes to view your attacker. Once the attack failed, your attacker smiled at you and started talking to you about, something, in a friendly voice. The attacker was a friend, a genuine friend, who knew you might be faking, and knew you would defend yourself from an attack if you were.
That friend was the woman sitting right here at the counter. You can't remember much else, just something about a few conversations with her via text messages. Now a new question appears in your mind, and it's one hell of a question. If this woman is a friend, why is she sidestepping you? You definitely didn't betray her, if you did her gaze would never leave you, so, did you hurt her? Or maybe she betrayed you. Maybe she's afraid that, if you recognize her, you'll kill her, so she's hiding. Either way, you should probably go about your night as though she is nobody, for now.
Once again, time seems to have stopped around you in that moment, the looking over and flash only took a few seconds. Whoever trained you, one thing is certain, they made you very perceptive. Ignoring the weirdness, which is getting easier as the night goes on, you rejoin Regina, who asks, "So, Rocky know anything?"
"Depends on how you look at it," you say.
"Oh really, well . . ."
For a while, you and Regina talk, first about your conversation with Rocky, leaving out a few details to keep her as in the dark as you left her before. After she's satisfied that Rocky didn't know anything useful, you two talked about anything that pops into her mind, since yours seems to be on the girl at the counter. You realize she must have a great body under those loose clothes, because once again your cock is ready for action just from looking at her. Once you two have finished a few drinks and the burgers Rocky brought out, you figure it's time to get going and look elsewhere for leads. As you pay the bill, leaving a big tip, you remember the girl at the counter, still sitting there, definitely not watching you, so probably not a threat. |