"Okay, Alexis. You're going to talk to the chef. Benjamin, you're going to check the dumpster. Warning, there's some checkered freaks over there," You point at the window showing the two. You check and <span class="mu-r">yep, those are red and black checkered jackets.</span> "I think they're the same guys who messed with Ben. Ben, keep away from them. Alexis, keep your persona up."
"Sounds good? Inform me what you find over the earpieces."
"Shit. Noted." Alexis nods. Benjamin takes a moment to process the information but gives a thumbs up. "Okay, if you say so!" The two slip away to deal with their own targets. Your target? The man in silver. Your brain nearly didn't notice he was there yet, you can always see them. They glow in the dark.
[PERSON OF INTEREST] He's not even looking at you. He's far more invested in the burger he's eating. Sometimes he glances up to look at the checkered men.
[PERSON OF INTEREST] Yet you can FEEL his eyes staring at you. Right through your soul. Right into what makes you YOU.
You take in a deep breath. If it wasn't for the mission, you would be running for your life but you have to do some sacrifices to get any progress. Your legs move like they're made out of solid lead as you begin to walk over to his table.
He doesn't bother looking over at the person approaching his table until you eventually sit down across from him. There's no way you could describe him in words. Not out of a lack of trying but his face, body, and posture are the platonic ideal of unassuming and generic. All you can really remark is his silver hat and suit, a set of shades, his lack of hair and his pale skin.
Sometimes it's almost like he doesn't have a face. Just static and garbage noise. You're not sure how much of that is your mind playing tricks with you.
https://youtu.be/q-XRfTHmJYg - THE SILVER AGENT THEME
<span class="mu-s">"Nicole Smith."</span> His voice crackles like it's being broadcasted through a faulty radio. There's a hint of a smile(?) on his face. <span class="mu-s">"How unexpected. To what do we owe the pleasure? Your types normally don't want to talk to us."</span> He puts down his burger, putting all of his focus on you.
"What are you doing here?" Your mouth twists into a nearly feral snarl. "I don't get it! It's a fucking fast food joint! You're usually outside my house or in my walls or watching me! You don't DO normal people things!"
<span class="mu-s">"How presumptuous of you. From the rumors I heard, I thought you would've been smarter than this."</span> Static hisses from his throat. <span class="mu-s">"Is it not possible for me to enjoy lunch? You are not the most important person in the world."</span>
[UNSTABLE] BULLSHIT! YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THEM DO THIS SHIT WITHOUT HAVING A GOAL IN MIND! HE IS <span class="mu-s">FUCKING</span> WITH YOU! KILL HIM WHILE HE HAS HIS GUARD DOWN! THIS IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE TO GET RID OF ONE.
"Cut the bullshit. Why are you here?"
<span class="mu-s">"Why are you here?"</span> That smug tone is pissing you off. <span class="mu-s">"I can do two things at once. It would be pathetic if I couldn't."</span>
