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The walls were dingy, the jukebox was cheap, and the coffee could have stripped paint off the side of a house. No different from a million other late-night greasy spoon diners she'd visited over the years.
But the company just might be.
She didn't know *what* the hell she'd been thinking, setting up a meeting with some random guy online...but not just any random guy, a political assassin. Or so the government claimed.
This was a setup. It had to be.
But it had just been too long...God forgive her, it had been too goddamn long.
"More coffee, honey?"
Kate glanced up sharply at the waitress offering her another cup, seeing another face superimposed over the haggard older blonde's features...a face she'd known all her life, and an echo of 'Katherine' at the end of that question.
"Uh...yeah. Thanks." she finally agreed, allowing her mug to be refilled. "Um...listen, could you do me a favor? I'm sorry to ask...but I, uh...I had some trouble at home..."
"Awww, honey...I've seen it a million times. Is he roughin' you up?"
Kate allowed for that moment of hesitant silence, letting the woman confirm her own suspicions before going on. "Anyway, I'm meeting a friend...he said he'd help me out, but...well, I'm afraid he'll find me..."
"Don't you worry, darlin'. Anyone comes over here? If he ain't your knight in shining armor, just flag me down and Buck back in the kitchen will give him a good 'talking to,', understand?"
Rewarding the waitress with a grateful smile, Kate sealed her insurance as the other woman walked away. At least this way, she'd have an escape if needed...
...although if the figure by the door was any indication, she wouldn't need it.
He looked just like his mugshot, only leaner after time spent on the road. There was a thicker shadow on his face, dark glasses obscuring his eyes, but she knew those hunched shoulders...the feel of a thousand eyes on you when there were none.
Fact was...he looked *better* than his mugshot. Haggard...but human.
//Maybe he's got something with that mugshot conspiracy theory.// she mused with a wry twist of her lips, glancing over at the waitress with a smile and a nod, indicating that she'd found her "savior." Catching Lincoln's eye across the room, she smiled slightly and discreetly lifted a hand in a brief wave before taking a sip of her coffee.
But the company just might be.
She didn't know *what* the hell she'd been thinking, setting up a meeting with some random guy online...but not just any random guy, a political assassin. Or so the government claimed.
This was a setup. It had to be.
But it had just been too long...God forgive her, it had been too goddamn long.
"More coffee, honey?"
Kate glanced up sharply at the waitress offering her another cup, seeing another face superimposed over the haggard older blonde's features...a face she'd known all her life, and an echo of 'Katherine' at the end of that question.
"Uh...yeah. Thanks." she finally agreed, allowing her mug to be refilled. "Um...listen, could you do me a favor? I'm sorry to ask...but I, uh...I had some trouble at home..."
"Awww, honey...I've seen it a million times. Is he roughin' you up?"
Kate allowed for that moment of hesitant silence, letting the woman confirm her own suspicions before going on. "Anyway, I'm meeting a friend...he said he'd help me out, but...well, I'm afraid he'll find me..."
"Don't you worry, darlin'. Anyone comes over here? If he ain't your knight in shining armor, just flag me down and Buck back in the kitchen will give him a good 'talking to,', understand?"
Rewarding the waitress with a grateful smile, Kate sealed her insurance as the other woman walked away. At least this way, she'd have an escape if needed...
...although if the figure by the door was any indication, she wouldn't need it.
He looked just like his mugshot, only leaner after time spent on the road. There was a thicker shadow on his face, dark glasses obscuring his eyes, but she knew those hunched shoulders...the feel of a thousand eyes on you when there were none.
Fact was...he looked *better* than his mugshot. Haggard...but human.
//Maybe he's got something with that mugshot conspiracy theory.// she mused with a wry twist of her lips, glancing over at the waitress with a smile and a nod, indicating that she'd found her "savior." Catching Lincoln's eye across the room, she smiled slightly and discreetly lifted a hand in a brief wave before taking a sip of her coffee.
