Rolled 92 (1d100)
>>6171315>>6171364>>6171689>>6171319As you think, suddenly a plan forms in your head.. it's an open joke around the city that the worst kinds of people are joggers and cyclists. You can use that.
Pulling free the wires to your ear buds you lean against a tree that gives you a good vantage point on the meeting sight. Holding your phone up you test the camera and this'll work nicely. Now to blend in with some social camouflage.
"Air is good today, bro. You missed out by not coming along." You say out-loud. not obnoxious but loud enough to fit the 'gym-bro' persona you gave yourself.
"What?" Hawthorne's voice comes in on the other end of the call.
"It's for the meeting." You mumble. "Nobody is gonna look twice at some douchey jogger making a video call in the park."
"Hm. Hawthorne grunts.
"Yeah, no I hear you, man. You gotta go Paleo, it's totally more natural than eating processed crap all day." You say, really getting immersed in your role.
"Are you.. is that the Jersey accent again?" Hawthorne asks quietly. "Christ's sake, rook. Stop making that your go to."
"It's close." You hiss, before stopping yourself and whispering. "Wallace is here, show time."
"Understood. Got some photos of our man, I'll keep posted here in case we want him on the way back."
You take a moment and get real comfortable, leaning on a tree, trying your best to seem care free as you hold the phone at the perfect angle. Gesticulating wildly you carry on your one sided conversation.
"Yeah no, raw meat is a hard sell I get it. But have you looked up the benefits?"
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The next two minutes feel like an eternity as Wallace slowly enters the area, you notice him pick up on you but to his credit he doesn't let his gaze linger. He tucks his head and marches to the bench. You wait with him, letting your imagination riff as you spout whatever half-baked pseudoscience you usually have to sense to ignore. You're in the middle of a bit about the benefits of B-12 supplements when you almost stumble over your own words.
You see him. The buyer. And despite being cloaked in an overcoat a size too big and a fedora you recognize the runt of a man instantly as he glances up and reveals his sharp features and prominent pointed nose.
Isaac.
