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Live in Living Color
Jun. 23rd, 2015 11:16 pm"Let's give him a chance," Billy had insisted to his team in getting their new assignment. Their operation was getting messier and messier with each step, and was circling back to the states. A consultant the director had called this guy, involved with the feds. The rest of ODS were suspicious. They looked at the guy's history and all felt h'd be a liability. Billy saw something different. He saw an asset. Someone wickedly smart if he'd pulled off everything before he was 21. It was more than most career criminals could manage in their entire lives.
So it was Billy who was forcibly volunteered to be the face of the meet of this supposed consult. Dorset wasn't ready to trust the guy. For all he knew this was another step in the pattern. But Billy wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, anyone who could pull off successfully impersonating a doctor, a lawyer, and a pilot in actual practice was worth checking out.
They'd picked a diner with large windows and clear lines of sight so the others could be on standby. Billy sat in a booth in his usual dark grey suit reading over a paper and stirring his coffee. A fedora, perched atop his head, was pulled just low enough that he could watch beyond his table without being obvious. In his ear he could hear the whispered doubts and worries of his team mates, hastily interrupted by Casey's curt voice announcing that Frank had been spotted approaching the diner. And promptly reminding Billy how terrible an idea this was. Billy just smiled softly and sipped his coffee.
So it was Billy who was forcibly volunteered to be the face of the meet of this supposed consult. Dorset wasn't ready to trust the guy. For all he knew this was another step in the pattern. But Billy wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, anyone who could pull off successfully impersonating a doctor, a lawyer, and a pilot in actual practice was worth checking out.
They'd picked a diner with large windows and clear lines of sight so the others could be on standby. Billy sat in a booth in his usual dark grey suit reading over a paper and stirring his coffee. A fedora, perched atop his head, was pulled just low enough that he could watch beyond his table without being obvious. In his ear he could hear the whispered doubts and worries of his team mates, hastily interrupted by Casey's curt voice announcing that Frank had been spotted approaching the diner. And promptly reminding Billy how terrible an idea this was. Billy just smiled softly and sipped his coffee.
