The bar where Zaquri usually dines had become awfully full, credit to the increase in activity over the past few days is probably due to the website the owners just decided to put up. It was a small family owned business and Zaquri liked to go there from time to time to think. This time however he had only gone to the coffee shop for recon. He was seated near the back of the store, there it was dark, windowless and away from any facilities anyone may find themselves in need of. A perfect yet obvious spot for spying, making this particular recon easier. He had decided that he would be the decoy, making his tailing abilities seem proffessional yet make them apparent to a trained CIA agent such as the one he had been tasked with interrogating at any time. He dressed in normal attire, a white long sleeve button-up formal shirt, which he had untucked with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and gray sweatpants, along with socks so the clicking of his shoes wouldn't be heard along the vacant alley, the route which his target travels through constantly, with hard stones in the ground replacing the concrete in the streets before and after the alley.
It was night time so visibility would be low, but thankfully that would work in his advantage mostly since he was the tail, and there had been a streetlamp in the alley just in the midde lf the road to help guide passerby's. The haitian waited patiently in the store for 2 hours, keeping himself entertained with thoughts on interrogation methods and finally his target presented himself, the bell attached to the Entrance to the coffee shop rang as he walked in. He slowly inspected his surroundings and caught sight of Zaquri, who had been looking out the window. Thankfully where he sat was barely lit and where the CIA agent stood was quite the opposite so Zaquri tracked his movements through the reflection of the glass, and did so without drawing suspicion since his reflection wouldn't betray him with the gap in distance between himself and the agent who had started to order a coffee cake and a cold cinnamon shiver. Zaquri lifted himself up at that time and walked out of the diner, he did so slowly in a calm manner with his hands in his pockets, taking care to not once glace at the CIA agent as he exited. Once outside he walked over to a car very slowly making sure to only speed up once he hears the chiming of the bells attached to the Shop's door which signified that the agent too has left and was on his way home through the alley, and so it happened, Once he walked up to a random car, he moved over to the door of the drivers seat and fiddled with a bunch of key's, none of the key's belonged to the car but Zaquri wanted to draw suspicion away from him. After a few moments of feigning Zaquri looked up to see the back of the man fading from sight as he walked into the alley. Zaquri crouched down to drop the keys into a sewer ditch and removed a right glove from his pocket, then placed it on his right hand. From within the glove, once placed on his hand, bandages started springing out and wrapping themselves around Zaquri's forearms.
It was night time so visibility would be low, but thankfully that would work in his advantage mostly since he was the tail, and there had been a streetlamp in the alley just in the midde lf the road to help guide passerby's. The haitian waited patiently in the store for 2 hours, keeping himself entertained with thoughts on interrogation methods and finally his target presented himself, the bell attached to the Entrance to the coffee shop rang as he walked in. He slowly inspected his surroundings and caught sight of Zaquri, who had been looking out the window. Thankfully where he sat was barely lit and where the CIA agent stood was quite the opposite so Zaquri tracked his movements through the reflection of the glass, and did so without drawing suspicion since his reflection wouldn't betray him with the gap in distance between himself and the agent who had started to order a coffee cake and a cold cinnamon shiver. Zaquri lifted himself up at that time and walked out of the diner, he did so slowly in a calm manner with his hands in his pockets, taking care to not once glace at the CIA agent as he exited. Once outside he walked over to a car very slowly making sure to only speed up once he hears the chiming of the bells attached to the Shop's door which signified that the agent too has left and was on his way home through the alley, and so it happened, Once he walked up to a random car, he moved over to the door of the drivers seat and fiddled with a bunch of key's, none of the key's belonged to the car but Zaquri wanted to draw suspicion away from him. After a few moments of feigning Zaquri looked up to see the back of the man fading from sight as he walked into the alley. Zaquri crouched down to drop the keys into a sewer ditch and removed a right glove from his pocket, then placed it on his right hand. From within the glove, once placed on his hand, bandages started springing out and wrapping themselves around Zaquri's forearms.
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