can't catch me. [hiatus]

"— I don’t think even the two of us could tackle a New York style pizza like this."

"But we could probably put away more than half. Maybe more than 75%. And it's pizza. How can you pass up a chance at pizza?"

"Don’t notice what?"

"The watches. I tried one on once and couldn't get it off for ages, but the suit guy still doesn't know his is gone."

        ” —— If there isn’t, I will be so so disappointed. “

"Score! Wow, would you look at that. Pizza or bacon. Awesome."

Abandoned hospital- This hospital is abandoned and disused. It’s been disused for some time. The reason for it’s immaculate interior is that it’s guarded. What’s eerie is that the operating theatre clock starts as soon as someone walks in the room and all the lights turn on. Beautiful photo by Gina Soden

"So if you have all of that information, why are you waiting?"

"It's personal. And people who think like spies are really easy to gaslight."

"And cell number, and IP addresses to work and home computers, and his car's GPS, and the security cameras in his office, and the ones in his house, which, can you say paranoid?" And copies of project records detailing exactly what happened, why, and who gave the orders. But he wants to wait to use those till he can find out where the funding came from.

He looks back down at the soda. "Stole people. Drugged them, messed with their brains, tried to change how they worked." That isn't too revealing, is it? "Some of them died."

"Someone?" She reaches out, pulling the ketchup out of his hand and replacing it with his soda before going back to her own drink. "Sounds stalker-ish."

   ”…’Ey, you in there?” Ash pokes at him in the shoulder, eyes narrow.

He jumps, then pokes the stranger back. "I am now," he says grumpily. "What's more frustrating, having your contacts list scrambled so all the numbers are with the wrong names, or having half of them scrambled at random?"

Ash sits down across the table from this strange person, watching him as she sips the remaining half of her strawberry milkshake. “Watching something?”

"Someone," he corrects absently. He reaches for his orange soda without looking, misses entirely, grabs the ketchup bottle, and brings it halfway to his face before blinking and looking at it in surprise. "Wha--"