Law huffed, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was frowning, with heavy shadows under its eyes. He wiped the sweat beaded across his brow and stole a glance at his watch. The minute hand had ticked by too far ahead. Late. He was displeasingly late. Quickly, he splashed water over his face and stalked out the toilet.
Well, at least, he seemed to have expunged all the waste from his irritated gut. His phone vibrated and chimed in his pocket, no doubt calls demanding to know where he was or what had happened. He ignored it, though he made no attempts to silence it.
He clutched his stomach as if he had been stabbed, his posture half-bent, and made his way over to the parking lot where his ride was waiting. All other concerns aside, he was feeling better. Only a mild pain lingered in his head, and exhaustion that was always there.
Things were off to a good start. He didn’t wish to come across as unprofessional, but very little could have been done there. The emergency had been sudden and unexpected. Either way, he would surely boycott that chain of diners from now on. Often, allergies were taken too lightly. In this case, to his dismay, it was probably something in the sauce.
He reached the car – unfortunately, not a limousine this time, but an ordinary, plain black four-seater – twenty minutes behind schedule. With a sigh, he opened the passenger door and squeezed into the backseat next to – his partner for their undercover job, who was already inside, seemingly aloof to his arrival. It would be their first time working together, and their first time officially meeting, at that. He had heard praises sung highly of her work echoing through the department. She was meticulous, hardworking – it seemed that she would make a good partner, one that wouldn’t give him any problems.
Once he was all buckled in, the bubbly driver, who Law was also unfamiliar with, flipped on the radio and cheerfully announced that they would be headed off. Unpleasant pop music filled the car. Law bore with it. Not exactly one for small talk, Law said nothing. He looked out the window as traffic passed them by. He had already been briefed on their mission, and thus, he supposed, so had she.
