It's not always honesty that is the best policy, but little lies can give you away.
Who: Spy #1 (youcandielater) and Spy #2 (walkthedawn)
When: October 10th, afternoon.
Where: Some neutral territory hole-in-the-wall restaurant where awesome spy crap can take place.
Summary: Misato meets up with someone hoping to join up with SERO. Turns out, things are a little more complicated. Ooooh.
Warnings: Uh. Misato's mouth and excessive conspiracy.
One of the few restaurants that was just out of the way enough not to matter and still had beer on tap and Misato was still afflicted with Haruhi's stupid curse. Being able to turn alcohol into water was about the cruelest thing you could to do a recovering alcoholic who had fallen off the wagon and hit every rock on the way down. Damn that kid.
Not that she needed to be drinking anyway- it might send a bad message to someone who clearly didn't trust her from the start. Either they were screening their personnel a lot better than she initially thought or this guy was just overly paranoid and she lucked out.
It was hard to look unassuming and casual to blend in, while still maintaining a poker-faced sense of professionalism, but, dammit, she was trying. Now she just had to stop staring at the door like a hawk, looking for anyone who might fit the mold for "shady organization drone."
Then again, Kaji hadn't looked the type and look at him. For all she knew, he or she could already be here, observing her.
That was enough to make a girl a little paranoid, herself.
When: October 10th, afternoon.
Where: Some neutral territory hole-in-the-wall restaurant where awesome spy crap can take place.
Summary: Misato meets up with someone hoping to join up with SERO. Turns out, things are a little more complicated. Ooooh.
Warnings: Uh. Misato's mouth and excessive conspiracy.
One of the few restaurants that was just out of the way enough not to matter and still had beer on tap and Misato was still afflicted with Haruhi's stupid curse. Being able to turn alcohol into water was about the cruelest thing you could to do a recovering alcoholic who had fallen off the wagon and hit every rock on the way down. Damn that kid.
Not that she needed to be drinking anyway- it might send a bad message to someone who clearly didn't trust her from the start. Either they were screening their personnel a lot better than she initially thought or this guy was just overly paranoid and she lucked out.
It was hard to look unassuming and casual to blend in, while still maintaining a poker-faced sense of professionalism, but, dammit, she was trying. Now she just had to stop staring at the door like a hawk, looking for anyone who might fit the mold for "shady organization drone."
Then again, Kaji hadn't looked the type and look at him. For all she knew, he or she could already be here, observing her.
That was enough to make a girl a little paranoid, herself.