She was silent as she looked at the notes she had. She was sure who she was looking for would be here, but there was no way to know completely. Hopefully she wasn’t wrong though… This was quite important. If she was wrong, if her information was wrong, she didn’t know what she’d do. It’d been too long since she’d had somewhere worthwhile to sleep, been too long she’s she’d slept even, and even longer since she’d last had a decent meal.
This was something she needed, and needed last week.
When she saw her target, she let out a small breath of relief before making her way to him. He was sitting at a table in the food court of a rather busy mall, meaning she probably looked like a threat at the moment. She had a dark red sweater on, the hood up, an almost black scarf hiding most of her face, dark shades and gloves as well. In short, she was someone that couldn’t be identified, and she prayed no one would request she DID reveal something about herself. She was terrified to, really.
”Hal Sharp?” She asked after approaching the man from behind. She was certain he was her target, but she couldn’t be sure… she had to ask to make sure. Last thing she wanted to do was assume he was and make a fool of herself, after all.
