Mainland Diner, Tuesday Afternoon
It was the same nondescript diner where she'd met Loki earlier in the month, and Sarah knew it well -- loved it a little, even, from the scuffed floors to the shiny rooms behind the scenes where the real deals went down. She ordered coffee and scanned the crowd idly as she sat waiting for Reno. Everyone seemed perfectly normal at a glance, but if you knew what you were watching for it was easy to pick out the civilians who had wandered in from the CIA agents staffing the joint or using it to do business.
She hoped no one had to pull a gun and frighten someone's grandmother, and also that this meeting would go as well as she thought it might. If nothing else, she'd get some good coffee out of the deal.
[OOC: NFB and locked to Reno, unless you have a reason to crash a CIA party.]
She hoped no one had to pull a gun and frighten someone's grandmother, and also that this meeting would go as well as she thought it might. If nothing else, she'd get some good coffee out of the deal.
[OOC: NFB and locked to Reno, unless you have a reason to crash a CIA party.]