Hundred Word Wander – Spy

The target bought a grande cappuccino at Costa, 10:35.

She checked her phone as she waited for it to cool. Every so often, her gaze would go askance, towards a tall man a table down. He had also bought a grande cappuccino, five minutes before. The man seemed preoccupied himself, watching something outside of the café.

Then I noticed their clothes. Long, brown trenchcoat, sunglasses, dipped fedora. Waistcoats and formal shirts, prim and proper. Thick, black boots ready for walking.

Suddenly, I looked behind me, and I saw the third, a smaller man in the same garb.

I sighed.

Not again.

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