The cafe was quiet today. It seemed as though the regular hustle and bustle of the small “Bean There, Done That” coffee shop had slowed to a crawl, very much unlike its usual 7:00 AM rush hour traffic. I sat in my usual booth, watching the small multitude of passersby as they ordered everything from a simple black coffee and blueberry muffin to a medium double mocha latte with added caramel, vanilla, and a cinnamon stick, don’t forget non-fat. As a 40 something year old woman tried to order a long out of season pumpkin spice latte I heard a familiar voice from behind. “Ms. Kegan,” it said, more as a statement than a question. “Ethan,” I replied annoyed. We sat in separate booths with our backs to each other. “I’m guessing you know why i’m here?,” He inquired. “And i’m guessing you know my answer,” I responded. “Oh come on Cassie! You know no one else can do this job. I know you’ve seen this guy on the news. He’s a dangerously new threat and you’re the only person who has a chance of stopping him. We really need you for this one,” he pleaded. I rolled my eyes. Of course they needed me, they always needed me. “You see this is exactly why I left, you people don’t know how to be self-reliant. It’s always something with you guys,” I replied. “Please. I promise this is the last favor I will ever ask of you. You know that you’re the best in the business. There are no other agents like you.” he said attempting to appeal to a sense of flattery. “Yeah I do know that,” I say matter of factly, “but i’m not helping you. You know what happened last time.” “Yes, I do,” he says, “and I plan to keep my promise from last time. It will never happen again.” “So why are you here?,” I asked. “Because the world needs you,” he paused, “I need you.” I took a sharp breath in before sighing. “Fine, I’ll help you outta this one,” I said, “But you’re paying for my coffee.” “Already done,” He said, placing the receipt on my table and heading out the door. Written on the thin piece of paper was, “Northeast Compound, 9:30 AM, I’ll be here for coffee at 8:00 ;).” I shook my head and sighed. “That Ethan.” As I left my small palace of solitude I thought to myself, “Great, here we go again…”
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