Not The Expected

Not The Expected

A smirk crossed Lin’s face, but only got half way. The mask covering half her facade hid any extension of her expressions. The gun she casually waved in her hand, also kept attention from focusing too much on her. But that was the point, distract, confuse, and obfuscate - her whole ensemble was designed with deliberate intent. Lin could sit there, alone, with just her guests and know she had control of the situation. As she did now.

“I take your silence to mean I am not what you expected,” she said pointing to a seat before her.

The man unbuttoned his jacket and sat down on the proffered seat. “That may be so, but I do also believe it is polite to wait until the host begins the conversation.”

Lin raised an eyebrow and checked her magazine as she said, “You’re not much of an American Mr. Reeves.”

A single laugh was all he provided in response.

“Is that funny?”

“In a way. I simply attribute it to how my mother raised me, being polite and purposeful in all things. My… nationality has little to do with that.”

“Of course it does,” Lin said slipping her pistol into a hidden compartment. She leaned forward, taking in Reeves with both eyes and said, “And while you have been polite, you have yet to state your purpose Mr. Reeves.”


Today’s art is courtesy of Andy Walsh from Seattle, USA.

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