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section7mfuTwo people sitting in a diner looked like just a couple of hungry customer, waiting for their meals to arrive. The man was sandy haired and slightly built, his companion an auburn haired young woman in bell bottom jeans and a striped sweater. Together they seemed stylish in a very subtle way; what they didn't appear to be was dangerous.
"So tell me, how long should we wait here for the THRUSH courier to arrive? I think we can only consume so many cups of coffee and fried food." April Dancer hated these drawn out encounters, and dreaded to aftermath of actually eating the food on her plate. She had no choice, it had to look real.
"Don't worry, April, I'm sure you'll work it off chasing down the bloke when he spots us and decides to run all of the way back to Brooklyn." Mark Slate was joking, but only a little. In his experience, it was highly likely that the footrace he described would actually take place.
April rolled her eyes, glad that she had worn sneakers today rather than her usual boots or some other stylish shoe. Looking the part of an average citizen didn't always come easy to the attractive UNCLE agent. Sometimes the job just made you send out a message that there was more to the person than what appeared on the surface.
"Do you think Joe over there will mind if we make a fuss in his diner? He's been awfully nice to us, Mark; I'd hate to ruin his place." That made Slate laugh, and April looked at her British partner, puzzlement apparent in her raised eyebrows.
"What? Don't you think it could happen?" Mark just shook his head and smiled.
"April, you never make a mess. And you always say 'please and thank you', even to the bad guys. You are a paragon of all things feminine and considerate." That made April's eyebrows rise a little higher.
"I don't know how to take that, Mark. Are you suggesting that I'm too feminine, too girly for the job?" This might turn into an argument, something that had never happened between the two partners.
"No, not at all. I am simply stating the facts, Miss Dancer. You are never going to be accused of being a tomboy, or ill-mannered or ..." April laughed at him, and at the image of herself being overly nice to everyone.
"I guess I might come off a little goody two shoes once in a while. But honestly, I just don't see any reason to not be nice to people, or to be..." She stopped at the sight of their man walking into the diner.
"Oh, right on time he is. Ready?" April nodded, a smile creasing her pretty face.
"Ready. And I might even say something rude to him, just for sport."
She winked at her partner just as the fellow spotted them. Time to put those sneakers to good use.
"So tell me, how long should we wait here for the THRUSH courier to arrive? I think we can only consume so many cups of coffee and fried food." April Dancer hated these drawn out encounters, and dreaded to aftermath of actually eating the food on her plate. She had no choice, it had to look real.
"Don't worry, April, I'm sure you'll work it off chasing down the bloke when he spots us and decides to run all of the way back to Brooklyn." Mark Slate was joking, but only a little. In his experience, it was highly likely that the footrace he described would actually take place.
April rolled her eyes, glad that she had worn sneakers today rather than her usual boots or some other stylish shoe. Looking the part of an average citizen didn't always come easy to the attractive UNCLE agent. Sometimes the job just made you send out a message that there was more to the person than what appeared on the surface.
"Do you think Joe over there will mind if we make a fuss in his diner? He's been awfully nice to us, Mark; I'd hate to ruin his place." That made Slate laugh, and April looked at her British partner, puzzlement apparent in her raised eyebrows.
"What? Don't you think it could happen?" Mark just shook his head and smiled.
"April, you never make a mess. And you always say 'please and thank you', even to the bad guys. You are a paragon of all things feminine and considerate." That made April's eyebrows rise a little higher.
"I don't know how to take that, Mark. Are you suggesting that I'm too feminine, too girly for the job?" This might turn into an argument, something that had never happened between the two partners.
"No, not at all. I am simply stating the facts, Miss Dancer. You are never going to be accused of being a tomboy, or ill-mannered or ..." April laughed at him, and at the image of herself being overly nice to everyone.
"I guess I might come off a little goody two shoes once in a while. But honestly, I just don't see any reason to not be nice to people, or to be..." She stopped at the sight of their man walking into the diner.
"Oh, right on time he is. Ready?" April nodded, a smile creasing her pretty face.
"Ready. And I might even say something rude to him, just for sport."
She winked at her partner just as the fellow spotted them. Time to put those sneakers to good use.
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Date: 2014-09-10 10:46 pm (UTC)