Adrian waved off a begging hobo who reeked of alcohol. Anything to keep him from drawing comparisons.
They arrived at the shelter, an old run down looking thing, a typical structure in a typical neighbourhood. The only thing setting Adrian apart from them was his suit, and the job...and the house...and then, well damn. Seemed like he was doing a lot better than he thought he was. He hadn't expected to find perspective on this mission but here it was.
"Alright, Agent," he started, his voice a tone softer than it had been, "Pop quiz. What are you going to do when you see this guy?"
Perhaps she would give him a satisfactory answer and it would keep his brief moment of clarity just a bit less brief, but he wasn't counting on it.
[i]I cannot wait to finish work and get a drink...plus, I'm starving![/i]