MCA #9, Saturday Morning

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The first thing Christopher Chance had done when he woke up in an unfamiliar location was make an inventory of his surroundings for clues to what the hell was going on. Here was what he had so far

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[magdaofslovenia]

It had been a week or two since she'd seen Steve, and Sophie was opening the gallery up a bit late today; so she decided to stop by with coffee this morning. And maybe discuss the possibility of another caper?

She rapped on the door, and took a sip of her own coffee, waiting.

[screwyoumarvel]

Chance froze for a moment, then looked around and still couldn't find a gun. Why the hell would he not have a gun? He was going to have to fix that posthaste. He pasted a smile on his face and opened the door. "Hey!" he said brightly, cataloging: woman, attractive, well-dressed, maybe around his age. Possible client?

[magdaofslovenia]

"Steve!" Sophie gave him a pleased smile, and held out the cup of coffee. "I haven't seen you since before Dubai, so I thought I would stop in for a chat." She tilted her head, noticing something slightly different about him, but unable to catalog it as yet.

[screwyoumarvel]

'Steve' matched the driver's license of what-the-hell, but what did Dubai have to do with it? Code word? "Of course, come in," he said, smiling. He took the coffee she offered, and, however much he might have needed the caffeine, surreptitiously set it down on an end table, since he definitely didn't need any of the other things that might be lurking in strange drinks. Who knew? That might be what got him into this mess.