[color=Magenta][i]'Blend in, keep your head down, and your eyes covered..'[/i][/color] Siran thought to herself as she strolled leisurely down the sidewalk amongst the throng of quickly moving people. Seemingly having her head in a book, the two men that she was tracking didn’t even know that she had been following them for nearly a mile now. Her chunky heeled booties were a much better decision this morning instead of the pencil thin stilettos she had been contemplating. Thanking herself mentally, Siran took a quick peak over the top of her book. The two men were still picking their way amongst the busy throng of people too, deep in conversation with one another. Still with her book up in front of her face the young woman moved a little bit faster to get just the teensiest closer to the two men. When she within ear shot finally, she resumed her leisurely pace.

“I’m telling you, Frank, I can’t stand her anymore. The woman is driving me mad. Her whiney voice and her nagging ways. It’s just… It’s driving me up the wall! Last night… I thought about placing that pillow over her face and holding it there till she stopped fighting. I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of the hiding and all the lies.” The taller man said, signs of distress written all over his face. He was who Siran was following. His name was Jim. What a droll name.

“No, Jim. You can’t. You’ll go to jail. Just give it time. Just a little more time. We’ll procure the five thousand like the man asked and we’ll let him do the job. Then we can be together like we really should be. No one will be the wiser.” Frank assured Jim, brushing his hand briefly against his arm.


[color=Magenta][i]'Sweetie, wouldn’t you like to think. Momma is gonna get a fat bonus from this one. Hey Mrs. Harper. Not only is your husband having an affair, but he’s having an affair with a man. Oh, and they’re planning to kill you. That’ll be an additional grand'[/i][/color]
 Oh boy, wouldn’t that be a wonderful conversation. Siran decided that was one she needed to have in person. The thought of the woman’s reaction almost made her laugh out loud.

Siran had been so lost in her merriment that she hadn’t realized that the men had stopped and she had ran smack dab into the back of Frank. Collecting herself and making sure that her glasses were in place, the young woman took a step back. Looking up, she saw that both men were watching her intently. Her silver hidden eyes darted around quickly and realized that the two men were standing at the doors of starbucks. Bingo.

[color=MediumOrchid][b]“Geez! Don’t just stand there taking up space. If you’re gonna go in, go in already! Some of us have places to be!”[/b][/color] Siran snapped, putting on her most whiney, annoying voice she could muster. The voice itself caused Frank to noticeably cringed. She hid a small smile as they turned to walk inside. Siran played along with her Valley Girl role and listened intently to the conversation of the two men before her while pretending to be talk on her phone. Loudly, at that.

With her new frappiato-whatchamacallit in tow, Siran shoved between the two men and talked into her phone. [b][color=MediumOrchid]“No, Betti, I’m on my way! Just some people don’t know how to not get in the way! Oh, for goodness sakes. I would NOT be late for our paws and claws date any day of the week. I needed a little caffeine pick me up before I had my cuticles pushed back.”[/color][/b] Keeping the charade up as she rounded the corner. Once she was safely out of ear shot and eye sight, Siran made her way quickly across the street and headed towards the park. Plopping down onto the nearest park bench, Siran decided to make a real call.

[color=MediumOrchid][b]“Mrs. Harper? This is Siran. I think we should meet.”[/b][/color] Smiling smugly to herself, Siran ended the call and sipped at her drink.

[color=MediumOrchid][b]“Blech! This is terrible!”[/b][/color]