![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
May. 5th, 2014 09:21 pmSharon had sat in the coffee shop, watching the office door, for six hours now, and she had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Part of a spy's work was watching for hours on end without taking a break.
Beside her, she had a stack of books on science and history, and directly in front of her, arranged so she could keep an eye on the place, was her laptop. The windows had been arranged to show her a camera-eye view of the back of the office, as well as the front.
She figured that eventually, someone inside would notice and come to have a chat with her.
She could admit that spies had an odd way of doing business, but it was more fun than walking in and announcing what she wanted to the world.
Beside her, she had a stack of books on science and history, and directly in front of her, arranged so she could keep an eye on the place, was her laptop. The windows had been arranged to show her a camera-eye view of the back of the office, as well as the front.
She figured that eventually, someone inside would notice and come to have a chat with her.
She could admit that spies had an odd way of doing business, but it was more fun than walking in and announcing what she wanted to the world.
