Hiding within My Peers (#Wattys2016)

12 - New People to Meet

I opened my briefcase and I putted the duct tape in there. I managed to get three of his fingerprints: his thumb fingerprint, his index finger fingerprint and the middle finger fingerprint. I was still missing two fingers, but I was already expecting it: I packed extra duct tape in case that happened and my boss even said that I should try to collect his fingerprints from two objects. 

Speaking of my boss, he was still on the building. I checked on him again and I could see him in there. It wasn't very clear but it looked like it.

Now that I think about it, how was why the only one to notice that scene? You'd think someone would double check the laser and see the unconscious man and a sniper, but no... Not a single person suspicious of it, not one report to Damon after we lied and said it was a kid, not one single person worried with their life... Such irresponsible people...

Anyway, I got out of the bathroom still holding the book. I didn't put it back on the bookshelf so I could possibly transfer the microfilm in another place to try to trick the sniper. I got on a conversation with people I didn't know so I could introduce myself. There were 6 people there, counting with me. I will introduce all of them so please, bare with me.

I stood next to a fat man dressed in brown. His hair was brown and combed perfectly. His moustache was like him: classy, round and fat (I'm sorry... I know that was ofensive). His eyebrows were also round and brown. His eyes were tiny and brown. He had a white shirt, and on top of it, a brown vest and a brown blazer. He had an old golden watch tied to his vest with a golden chain. He was also wearing brown pants, brown tie and black shiny shoes. He never said his name and all people reffered to him as "Banker"

Next to him, there was the Asian woman. She was drinking a glass of champagne. The had made a pony tail with her black hair. Her eyes were amber. Her eyelashes were black and covered with black eyeshadow. Her eyebrows were brown, thin and round. She was wearing a white shirt, a red scarf shaped like a tie and a red vest with gold buttons. She also had a brown blazer and black gloves, like mine. Her pants was beige, and her boots reminded me of horse-riding black boots. Her name was Alice.

The French man was there too, but I have told you how he was before. I just didn't metion his name. Honestly, I still don't know his name, but everybody called me Bond, since his and Bond's outfit were almost the same. 

Salvador, or the hispanic man was next to him. His eyes were amber and slightly red. His eyebrows and mustache were grey, so I would say he was in his late forties. I couldn't see much of his hair, since it was covered with a white cowboy hat, but I knew it was black hair. His shirt was pink and his blazer purple. He had black pants and shoes. He had an uncharacteristic pendant shaped like cow's skull, with diamond horns.

The last person there was Bea, a woman in her sixties with white hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a white dress and a blue (sort of) jacket. She was drinking a Martini. 

After introducing myself, I thought to myself: "One of them has to be the Double Agent", and, oh boy, I was right!