Who: Eliot Spencer and Nate Ford What: Waiting When: Late afternoon Where: Random coffee shop Rating: TBD
If he really was looking for a bright point in the mess that the last few days had become, it was that Sterling wouldn't be able to track him down in an alternate reality. He could end up there but Eliot doubted that he'd come with the backup he needed to bring him in. Not even Nate had managed to when he'd chased him.
The shoulder of a passing businessman in deep conversation on his phone slammed into Eliot's. Any other day he would have brushed it off but the movement jarred his injured ribs and he swore softly and glared at the man's retreating back over his shoulder. He owed Quinn another beating, if the other mercenary ever got up off the floor of the hanger where he'd left him.
So after nearly being caught, having his ass kicked, conned by a teammate, and then sent to another reality, standing in line at a coffee shop behind an elderly couple taking their time picking out change and making their order didn't seem as bad. Or it didn't, until the order changed again.