This second
agent is lean and hungry looking, a mammal of some kind, a predator
without a doubt. His hair is long, and dark, his clothes much the
same. He makes no secret of examining his environment, looking
everywhere and sniffing the air. His arrival meant my original plan
wont work, right, so I had to think of something new.
“Hey,” I shouted,
improvising, stepping out of the shadows. “I'm over here. I'm the
reason you're here.”
They both turned to
face me, she was curious but he just saw prey. I don't know why but
I gave a little wave. Both walked quickly toward me, she extending
her left arm to shake.
“Hello,” she said,
taking my hand. “I'm Finch. We've come to help.”
