Reach out and touch someone
Who: Michael Westen and Fiona Glenanne What: Reunion, of a kind Where: Coffeehouse in London Warnings: Depends if Fiona decides to give in to that twitchy trigger finger? ;)
When you're a spy and you find yourself in an entirely new situation beyond your control where you don't quite understand the rules, the best thing to do in a lot of cases is, in fact, absolutely nothing. Sit around for a while in a coffee house or some other public area long enough, and sooner or later, whoever screwed up the latest chapter in your life will come along to gloat and then most likely make you an offer you're unable to refuse. Either way, they have the information, and you don't, and there's no point looking like a headless chicken trying to figure it out when it can just as easily come to you.
For the record, I'm still waiting on the offer, but right now I would just settle for a decent espresso, because while England has a lot of things going for it, good espresso isn't one of them.
If Michael Westen is tense, he's not showing it. It's an unusually sunny day, considering that it's London, but what passes for warm in this country has nothing on Miami's summer sun. A half-empty coffee cup sits before him on the table as he peruses the contents of his alleged replacement's wallet and waits for Fiona to show.
On the plus side, she likely won't have had time to fill the trunk of a car with a large batch of high-end assault rifles.