489 ~ Would the real Nick Fury please sit down?

[pryde_and_grit]

The diner was...well, it was the best diner around. Given that the surrounding area was all blowing desert and scattered motor homes, well, that didn't mean much. It didn't put on airs though. The had a simple, straight forward menu. Meat cooked in various ways, whatever had been baked that day, and ice cream and drinks.

Simple, easy stuff.

Kit had hoped, really, that she'd deciphered the personal ad properly. This place was so out of the way, and so oddly named (Crimson Sunset Eatery) that the clues could only have pointed here and yet...

...she worried. She was good at that.

Still, she got there early, landing the jet a good distance off, cloaking it, and walking in the rest of the way. She was properly dirt dusted and harmless looking when she arrived. The bookbag on her shoulder was battered, but her money was good. A milkshake was melted by her elbow within ten minutes and she was immersed in one of the trickier chapters of her Non-linear physics book.

She had a little time to kill after all, and physics was soothing.

Comments

[hermajestysfury]

"Contact me when you have it set up." was the response, "Or if you need anything."

They've been still and in public too long. He sub-vocalized, enough that it could reach her transmitter. "This will reach me anywhere on the continent. We can talk more later." After he's left. After she's left.

[pryde_and_grit]

"Call me if you want me to give a rundown of things to a gear head for you." She had said she wanted to pass on tech! And she was going to have to practice sub-vocalizing. It wasn't how she'd communicated before. "Thanks for dropping in sir." She closed her notebook on the pencil, closed the text book, and stuffed everything in her dusty backpack.

[hermajestysfury]

He nodded and dropped money on the table for the food he'd ordered earlier. "Good to meet you."