Billy Collins (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heroeswork) wrote2016-03-31 01:16 am
heroeswork) wrote2016-03-31 01:16 am
For Arthur
Paris. Of course it was Paris. Only Paris cold get Dorset dragging them all out on an unsanctioned mission with so little intel. Billy was fairly certain that it had just been an excuse for another vacation to their fearless leader's favorite city. According to the information, the men they were after were suspected to be spies of the private sector variety. Corporate espionage that was crossing over into a national security concern. How they got their information, passed it on, and achieved all that they had was unknown. That was apparently the purpose of this particular mission. Fill in the gaps.
Which is precisely why Billy was sitting in that restaurant, waiting for one of their members. The task was an easy one: Distract him. Well, get him distracted long enough to plant a bug. They needed to know how these men operated, and the only way to do that was from the inside.
So he sat at the bar, watching, waiting for his target to arrive. He blended in well enough. A moderate three piece suit in dark gray, a day or two of stubble on his cheeks, looking every bit the role of a man at the end of a long day.
Which is precisely why Billy was sitting in that restaurant, waiting for one of their members. The task was an easy one: Distract him. Well, get him distracted long enough to plant a bug. They needed to know how these men operated, and the only way to do that was from the inside.
So he sat at the bar, watching, waiting for his target to arrive. He blended in well enough. A moderate three piece suit in dark gray, a day or two of stubble on his cheeks, looking every bit the role of a man at the end of a long day.