Diary of K.S.

lunch date

August -

I was sitting on the sandpaper-like concrete steps of a big building. The building was a public one, in a nice, quiet, rural neighborhood. I was scheduled to meet an acquaintance here, one I hadn't seen in months. Through a classified form of mail delivery code that I can't disclose here, we'd agreed to meet today at this spot. I was to bring a ham and swiss cheese sandwich with lettuce and tomato, and to eat it. If my acquaintance didn't show up by the time I finished eating the sandwich, I had to get out of there without being noticed by the few pedestrians.

Long story short, my acquaintance didn't show up. I had to run because I made the mistake of waiting a few minutes after finishing the sandwich. I love O dearly, but he isn't the most punctual person. But anyway, I quickly realized that our rendezvous was compromised, and made a hasty exit. I should have known better. It does make me laugh a bit, thinking how my brother would scold me. I miss J and wish he didn't have to go undercover all the time.

I had to use a trench coat from my disguise kit and duck onto a side street to avoid a tall person in a strange red wig, that I was told to avoid. Being followed by a shady character wasn't scary- at least, no scarier than it usually is. What's scary is how careless I was. Usually I'm the top agent in my age group– out of any age groups in our organization, practically. Waiting even a second past the deadline isn't like me.

K, signing off for today.

The world is quiet here