[rl] Jackson and Lisa
The day was perfect, a warm Miami afternoon, strangely quiet besides the occasional hum of traffic and muffled conversation of passersby.
Jackson Rippner strolled down the sidewalk, long sleeves rolled up and hands in his pockets, the picture of a casual observer on vacation from the world. He glanced at his watch - 2:36 - and smile. Tick tock. He loved anticipation.
He strolled just as casually into the Lux Hotel, two cups of coffee in hand and nodding to a man in a janitorial uniform who nodded knowingly back. The janitor headed to the young woman - Cynthia, her name tag proclaimed - and caught her in conversation. Jackson simply walked by, straight through the entrance, past the police guard busy enjoying a game on the nearby television.
He walked all the way to the office floor, smiling at anyone who took notice of him passing, an amiable kind of look that made people smile back and not ask questions as they passed him by. When he reached a certain doorway he paused, pulling what looked like a thin needle from his pocket and made quick work of the lock, walking into the office and looking around with a warm smile.
It was so very Lisa, to say the least. He walked around the room, shuffling through drawers, enjoying that ocean view she had mentioned, before taking a seat at her desk and placing the coffee down. He looked at his watch again- 2:47 - and then at the door. He had waited a long time for this.