Commotion- Ch. 1

I wasn’t trying to evade the truth. Sitting in the cold steel chair with my hands cuffed behind me I smiled. This wasn’t exactly the plan but it was still going on track. It was only a matter of time.

He approached me two years ago. I was sitting at my normal seat in the diner, doing some recon work for a private contractor. Staring down at my pad of paper, trying to recall the layout of the building, I didn’t even notice he had sat down in front of me until I looked up. With Crystal clear blue eyes and a grin on his face I was immediately drawn to him. “Hello, Cynthia.”

“Hello,” He held out his hand and we shook, his grip firm; his hand engulfing mine.

“My name is Charles. Charles Swanton.” The illustrious Charles Swanton was known very well in my circles. No one was sure whose side he played on, ours or theirs, but it was known that he was very good at what he did. “Hello, Charles.” I couldn’t stop smirking. He was so…handsome. A little older with some salt sprinkled in his hair but just the right amount.

“Doing some re-con work I see. May I have a look?” I pushed my pad over to his side of the table, my eyes glued to his face. His eyes moved up and down my scribbles, notes and crude drawings. After a few moments he pushed the pad back to me. “And this is why I’m here.”

“You’re also on this job?”

“No but your work is further proof that you should be working with me, as I’ve long thought.”

“Oh yeah and what- wait, how long?”

“A while.” He lifted his hand and signaled for the waitress. “Two coffees, please.” As he watched her walk away I began to take more note of my surroundings. He wasn’t alone. There at the counter, failing to look inconspicuous was a man in slacks and a button down shirt. And over there at the table behind Charles was a man who was trying not to stare at us.

“I see you’ve noticed my friends.” I looked at him. “We’d like you to join us, Cynthia. You are the needed ingredient for our plan to be a success.” It was with those few words that my life would change.