You opened your mouth to speak, glanced at the bee and then immediately thought better of it.
<span class="mu-r">“Do you mind sticking Fritz here back in the case? I don’t want Mengele Jr. hearing any dirty details.”</span> you said.
Hill glanced at the jar, nodded, and then motioned for you to move it further back. Presumably, to make room for the briefcase that she’d brought in. She placed the leather container onto the table, entered a code, and opened it up before your very eyes. Inside was a type of black memory foam that could likely take the shape of whatever was stored inside. This theory of yours was proven right once Hill had placed the jar flat on its side, only for said container to sink deeper into the briefcase, the memory foam molding itself around the bee’s glass prison. As she went to snap the briefcase shut, the bee’s mad buzzing became completely inaudible, plunging the empty café back into its usual, uncomfortable silence.
After placing the briefcase back down by her feet, Hill gestured for you to continue, apparently indicating that it was now safe for the two of you to talk.
So you took a deep breath, and went on to describe Mary Fitzgerald as best you could. From what Rich told you, Hill should be able to more or less recreate her profile in her mind.
<span class="mu-r">“...Her name’s Mary Fitzgerald. One of my clients hired me to look into her.”</span> you lied smoothly.
Hill’s assessing gaze never left your face the entire time. You got the distinct feeling that she knew you were holding something back. That you were telling an incomplete truth. You were more or less counting on that.
If she wanted to know more about you, and what connection you and Mary might share, then she was going to have to do some digging. It was a huge gamble on your part, and you knew that you would have to either reinforce or replace the lies that you were feeding her, but that was entirely dependent on the hope that she wouldn’t immediately call you out on your shit.
The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. remained silent for a long while, only waiting until you were done speaking to get a word in herself.
<span class="mu-b">“And this ‘Mary Fitzgerald’,”</span> Hill began. <span class="mu-b">“If I do manage to get a hold of her, what sort of message do you want to deliver to her?”</span>
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