This time Anita couldn’t stop her
mind from drifting back to the man who saved her. There were two things she
distinctly remembered about him. The first was his arms; she recalled him
wrapping them around her twice in a matter of minutes. The first time was to
prevent her from falling over on the street, and the second time to save her
life; it felt the imprint of his arms and muscles were permanently etched into
her body as tingling markers telling her where he’d touched.
The second thing she remembered was the
structure of his face. He had high and attractive cheek bones, and a nose that
complemented them. Considering that, however, she wasn’t able to form a solid
picture of him. No matter how much she thought about him and tried to envision
him in her head, the picture didn’t look quite right. Was his hair color brown
or black? Were his eyes hazel or grey? The only thing she could say for sure
was that he looked much different than the average person. Anita thought she
had a reliable memory, but it was failing her now. It was rather frustrating.
She needed to shot of caffeine, Now! So she rushed to the nearest café.
***
Martin's unease deepened every passing day. A big
part of that stemmed from the stress of his upcoming divorce. The project he had
with him for many days already had no results to show. It was beginning to cast
a shadow over his personal dilemma. There was no way for him to push aside his
thoughts over his divorce. He needed to do that now, or never. Then there was
the question of the ‘we’. Who was this ‘we’ that the Director kept referring
to, the other day?
With a sigh, Martin leaned back in his chair,
stretched his arms and reached for his coffee mug. For the first time that
morning since he arrived in the local coffee shop, he opened his senses to his
surroundings.
The pleasant scent of freshly baked croissants
and coffee wafted through the building, along with the chatter of other
patrons. He used this time as a small break from the task at hand, though his
eyes seldom left the image of the man- the so-called terrorist. An image he
held in his hands.
He spent a lot of time over the last few weeks
examining the face of the man in the photo. His body structure appeared unusual.
Compared to the average Joe, the man's build was simply something he'd not seen
before.
Of course, Martin had spent time examining the
picture’s minor details. And there were those leads he had in the file. He had
even researched other, even vaguely related information. Nothing came out of
it. That was quite unusual. Even more unusual still that he found little on
what he thought to be the most important leads: the events in which the man,
Joseph Cooper, took part in as a terrorist.
"Excuse me?" a voice came from
behind Martin, interrupting his thoughts. He turned his head to see a young
woman, perhaps only a few years younger than him.
"I couldn't help but notice that
photograph... that man; do you know him?"
Martin didn’t know how to react to the
situation at first. "Yeah. He’s a guy who has been missing for some time
now." He answered politely, but with no interest in conversing with the
girl.
she was pretty- young blondes often had a certain charisma to them- and
he enjoyed looking at her for the brief moment that he gazed at her.
"He's missing?" the woman seemed
puzzled. Martin had returned to gazing at the photograph and didn't see her
face twist in confusion. He heard it in her voice.
"I've been looking for him for many days
now. He rescued me. And I want to thank him."
"You've what? You've seen this man?!"
Martin was much more interested in the woman now.
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