Agent Gray, Red with Love

Pro tip: Scary Boots = Scary People

  For the next four hours, Graham spent his time walking around the museum. He had fun reading about artifacts, and the travels of the original Native American people. He basked into the glory of dead creature bones (fossils). It was a little annoying when people asked him where a certain exhibit was, and all he could say was, "Sorry mate, I'm just added security. The Egypt exhibit is cool though."

  Those ones gave him a dirty look, and then went on their way. But he didn't mind. He went through this for about 6 hours. Nothing interesting happened. He had a break for lunch at one point, but he wasted it watching the educational IMAX. He tried explaining that to Zari, but she didn't give him any more time. That was fair, but no less upsetting. Graham was hungry, and hunger didn't wait for Zari, or awesome historical movies. 

  He smelled something delicious coming from the museum café. It wouldn't hurt to buy something small. A good agent had to be full to do their job, right? Graham thought that was right. So he went for a snack run.

  When he got there, no one was in line except a lady with a shock of short white hair, with her back to Graham. She was looking at her nails, though as they were covered in black gloves, Graham had no idea why. She wore a grey trench coat, covering the rest of her body so that  her boots almost looked normal. Almost.

  They were black like her gloves, but with very pointy toes, and high heels. He thought he saw a few spikes, and a few orange stripes. They were very scary boots, but it could've just been a fashion statement. Did scary boots count as suspicious?

  A worker recognized Graham and flagged him down, holding a styrofoam box. 

  "Here sir, thanks for all your help!" The staff member beamed, handing the box of food to Graham.

  Graham was touched, this man was so nice! "Wow, mate, you didn't have to do that! Thank you!"

  The man and he started having a nice conversation about the museum, as the woman got impatient and started tapping her foot, waiting for her order to come out. Graham still didn't see her face.

  "Ugh," she finally groaned, when the worker went back to what Graham assumed was the kitchen, "Why does he   get his food early while I'm stuck waiting? Nnngh! Service is terrible."

  Graham wasn't sure about the terrible service part, but the complaint was sort of valid. "Sorry mate, I just work here. They're just being nice."

  For a split second, she glared at him. Then she looked away like he was a dead bird on the side of the road, paying him no heed. But that two seconds it took for her to glare at Graham, set off major alarm bells. 

  She had big, blue eyes, and thick eyelashes on top of large eyelids. She accented them with heavy mascara, and purple lip gloss resembling the color of wine. She had a small beauty mark on her chin. The average Joe would say she was fairly good looking (though having met Carmen San Diego she just looked average to Graham) but that's not what had caught his attention. Not at all.

  "Er, have a nice day miss," he said, quickly walking out.

  This was bad, real bad. 

  Graham's instincts told him this lady was no good. Though, she hadn't done anything wrong, so he had nothing to go off of. Just a hunch, a really really strong hunch. With lack of  evidence, he couldn't report her to Zari or Devineaux, nor use his tiny white gas gun. As it stood right now, she was an innocent bystander.

  So why did he think she was so bad? Everything pointed to her being normal. Except her boots, but Graham had been walking around in an "I ❤️ SEATTLE" shirt with floral shorts over a fancy suit.  He couldn't really judge. Scary boots didn't equal scary people.... did they?