My time as a reputed hitman.
A while back, I used to visit Boston fairly regularly. I found a hotel I really liked (the Residence Inn in Cambridge, due to being near a bunch of things and having rather a lot of room), and would stay there. I'd usually take Friday off from work, sleep a little late, and head up by Amtrak. Get to South Station, get the Red Line (which I often had the majestic fu to have it pull in just as I got there, or a couple minutes, so a very short wait). Get off the Red Line, head to the surface, and walk the block to the Residence Inn. I'd check in, turn, and...
...my friend ardaniel would get off the couch in the lobby, fall in next to me, and we'd walk to the elevators, without a word being said, sometimes just a nod.
The first time was because I was in a towering mood due to problems with the train making me almost an hour and a half late and I didn't want to say anything until I had managed to have a good blasphemy, and I try not to do that in public. The times after that...
...well, it just seemed funny. Especially since I tended to dress up a little for the trip, and I would be wearing my long black coat (it was cold a lot of the time), and so there you have this big guy with a large suitcase checking in politely, and then this woman who'd been sitting there, usually in fatigues or something like that, getting up and falling in next to me without a word being spoken, as if I was an out-of-town hitter and she was my local contact.
(Interestingly, there was at least one suspicious accident I found on a weekend I was visiting Boston and staying there, but I know I wasn't responsible for it.)
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...my friend ardaniel would get off the couch in the lobby, fall in next to me, and we'd walk to the elevators, without a word being said, sometimes just a nod.
The first time was because I was in a towering mood due to problems with the train making me almost an hour and a half late and I didn't want to say anything until I had managed to have a good blasphemy, and I try not to do that in public. The times after that...
...well, it just seemed funny. Especially since I tended to dress up a little for the trip, and I would be wearing my long black coat (it was cold a lot of the time), and so there you have this big guy with a large suitcase checking in politely, and then this woman who'd been sitting there, usually in fatigues or something like that, getting up and falling in next to me without a word being spoken, as if I was an out-of-town hitter and she was my local contact.
(Interestingly, there was at least one suspicious accident I found on a weekend I was visiting Boston and staying there, but I know I wasn't responsible for it.)
This entry was originally posted at http://mephron.dreamwidth.org/818356.html. It has
comment(s) over there if you want to look.