Show Me How To Lie, You're Getting Better All The Time
Who: Archy (gotanothercall) and Jim/M/Hey, aren't you the post boy? (bombingtype)
When: Sept. 20, early evening
Where: A park near the starter apartments
Summary: After a test, Archy is finally going to meet the elusive M.
Warnings: It's Moriarty. Anything can happen.
Archy stared at the barista's hands as she made the complicated drink. He looked perfectly relaxed, but the truth was that this entire thing left him feeling uneasy. Not nervous, no. Even if M had sent him a bomb, he didn't do much else to come off as intimdating. Then again, Archy was used to much more straight forward shows of strength. It was why all of the mystery made him uncomfortable. He understood keeping a low profile, but this was ridiculous.
"Anything else, sir?" Archy nodded at the girl and replied, "Yeah, just a black coffee for me, thanks." She smiled warmly at him, preparing the order in a flash. She handed both cups over with a sweet smile. "Here you go," she said cheerily, "Your coffee and one triple grande nonfat caramel macchiato." Archy handed the money over, returning the grin. As she gave him his change, she knowingly asked, "So, is this a date?" Arch considered what he was about to walk into, all he had heard about the strange M, and laughed. "God, I hope not."
The setting sun caught on his fine shoes. Archy was wearing the same suit that he had arrived in, as it was now the nicest outfit he owned. It was torn in some places due to the attack he endured when he arrived (he still has a small bandage on his head), but he sewed back up what he could. He had been handy with a needle since he was a teenager. He casually strode to the park across the street. The package was tucked neatly under his arm and his (freshly loaded) gun was tucked away into his waistband. He sat down and placed the macchiato next to him. It was around 5:45 in the evening.
He knew even before his incident with the Russians that he had to start getting with the times. But Archy had no idea that this was how business meetings were run nowadays.
When: Sept. 20, early evening
Where: A park near the starter apartments
Summary: After a test, Archy is finally going to meet the elusive M.
Warnings: It's Moriarty. Anything can happen.
Archy stared at the barista's hands as she made the complicated drink. He looked perfectly relaxed, but the truth was that this entire thing left him feeling uneasy. Not nervous, no. Even if M had sent him a bomb, he didn't do much else to come off as intimdating. Then again, Archy was used to much more straight forward shows of strength. It was why all of the mystery made him uncomfortable. He understood keeping a low profile, but this was ridiculous.
"Anything else, sir?" Archy nodded at the girl and replied, "Yeah, just a black coffee for me, thanks." She smiled warmly at him, preparing the order in a flash. She handed both cups over with a sweet smile. "Here you go," she said cheerily, "Your coffee and one triple grande nonfat caramel macchiato." Archy handed the money over, returning the grin. As she gave him his change, she knowingly asked, "So, is this a date?" Arch considered what he was about to walk into, all he had heard about the strange M, and laughed. "God, I hope not."
The setting sun caught on his fine shoes. Archy was wearing the same suit that he had arrived in, as it was now the nicest outfit he owned. It was torn in some places due to the attack he endured when he arrived (he still has a small bandage on his head), but he sewed back up what he could. He had been handy with a needle since he was a teenager. He casually strode to the park across the street. The package was tucked neatly under his arm and his (freshly loaded) gun was tucked away into his waistband. He sat down and placed the macchiato next to him. It was around 5:45 in the evening.
He knew even before his incident with the Russians that he had to start getting with the times. But Archy had no idea that this was how business meetings were run nowadays.