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[thirdswan]

WHO: Benny Ito (Third Swan Brother), John Tracey (Kaa)
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHERE: Nondescript sandwich/soup place
WHAT: Benny's still Ethan-hunting
RATING: Should be fairly PG.

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[shedskinblues]

They never used enough mustard at this place. What good was a pastrami on rye without gobs of spicy hot mustard slathered between the fresh-sliced meat and fresh-baked bread? Sic transit gloria mundi . . . but it was still a damned good sandwich, which was why John regularly made the trek for a quick sit-down meal between classes.

He had chewed his way halfway through both sandwich and side of kettle chips (bad for his diet, but what could you do, such was tradition and habit), flipping through the day's Times left behind at his table along one wall toward the back, when his nerves jumped up and tingled Tale at him. Grimacing, he put the sandwich down. He hadn't felt anything when he came in or in the meanwhile, so where

[thirdswan]

[shedskinblues]

"John. Nice to meet you." He wiped his mouth and folded the napkin aside with the paper's business section, keeping a noncommittal eye on Benny. The other man's obvious disappointment only added to the intrigue. Definitely a change from the usual hustle and bustle around here.

He folded his arms on the table behind his plate, casual in posture and expression, and put his curiosity right out between them: "What brought you in here like that? Something wrong?" He flicked a glance past Benny's shoulder, toward the exit and the street beyond, as if the guy had a problem trailing him (or if he himself needed to make a strategic withdrawal).

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