Aaron Keener (roguevanguard) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2019-02-18 10:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | aaron keener, natasha romanoff |
Who: Aaron Keener and Natasha Romanoff
What: A meeting to size each other up
When: An hour after this phone call
Where: Ravenmoore: Brewed
Warnings: Should be pretty tame
Status: Incomplete
Aaron was on top another building watching through binoculars. Sure he was grateful for the information on who he should reach out to for the work. He'd have to send a thank you to the person who gave him a tip, but for now he was making sure to do his due diligence. So far no major alarms being set off, that he was there, and he couldn't even tell if she told anyone of his little break-in job to leave his delicate note.
Sure, he could of use the little social networking thing they had, but he was old school and had a solid distrust on government activity. So, a note, and a phone call routed through a simple cellphone into his ISAC unit worked well enough. Even if she was trying to trace it, it ISAC would keep his location bouncing around well enough. Paranoid? Absolutely.
Once the conversation concluded, he put the binoculars away in his go-bag, and pulled out a candy bar at the same time. Aaron was a snacker to say the least, and frankly... he also ate when he was keeping his nerves down. The sugar helped. Valuting and scaling his way down the building he was on back to the street level. Now this was the difficult decision. Everything in him wanted to stay geared up and face covered, but going into the same coffee shop as previously as with Oberon, and drinking coffee through a mask was not a thing that could happen. But he didn't want his identity seen by the world, but this woman was going to need to know him.
Vanguard sighed. Fine. He thought. Pulling of the face mask, he stashed it. Aaron wanted this meeting to go well. With his face mask stashed on his bag, he moved towards Brewed. Once there he just went inside. He wasn't going to wait outside for the woman, he was going to give this one a little more respect than that.. she wasn't some little militia girl. His backpack sat on his left side, with his Scar still wrapped in his coat strapped to the side of his bag. He kept his hood up tight to keep his face shadowed, from bypassing gaze. On his right leg was his pistol, right in the open. Something he wouldn't hide. People needed to know he was dangerous, so they left him alone. On his left wrist was his Smart Watch with a bright red ring instead of the normal orange that marked him a rogue agent.
With his a cup of coffee in hand, he stared at the fluid on the inside till someone sat opposite of him. Aaron looked up to the person, and smiled the slightest. "Hello, Ms. Romanoff." Aaron extended his hand to her.