Act casual [Jace]

[BRIAN NATHANIEL GREGORY]

As Brian walked along the path at a carefully measured pace he was sure to keep an eye out for anyone who might be watching; if they looked for too long it would become obvious that he and his partner were walking at a deliberate speed. Of course anyone who stared long enough to figure that out would be an associate of the man they were following, to the untrained eye, an average businessman, reasonably wealthy, enough so to afford an expensive but off the rack suit, shirt and tie and a good lopoint watch, not golden or a Rolex or anything but nice enough that they wouldn't want to be in the park after dark. Why then would this otherwise average looking man be taking the long way him through the park, in the evening? The answer, no doubt, lay in the briefcase he was carrying. Of course mere mortals like Brian and Jace would never know the answer to that question, oh no, their job was to find out the case was going to, no more and no less. All they had been told was it contained industrial documents, of what nature was unclear but Brian had his suspicions, it would make sense for Fordham to be involved in industrial espionage, there was a lot of money to be had and given the right secrets, a major leg-up on the CIA to be had also.

Brian wasn't much of talker when he was in his usual sullen mood, his face remained impassive as he whispered to Jace, his lips barely moving as he spoke. "We should ease up a little, there's a place up ahead where we can disappear behind the trees and cut across the park, gives us a good view of the path." He murmured, his own attire fitting with the man they were following, a considerably nicer suit on his form, it's black fabric being accentuated perfectly by his red tie and white shirt. "Until then though we'd better find something to talk about, we can't just walk along like this, saying nothing, until we're out of sight at least, it looks suspicious." He continued in the same hushed tones. After glancing around again, briefly wondering what it is they could talk about, as far as he knew Jace was a Fordham agent and nothing else, that was literally all he knew about the guy, despite having seen him around before. After a short moment of silence Brian spoke up again, this time in a normal voice. "So how long have you been with the 'company' anyway?" He questioned his young partner, genuinely wanting to learn more about the young man, although more for his benefit rather than out of curiosity, knowledge was power after all and Brian needed all the knowledge he could get his hands on.

[JACINTO RAFAEL del RIO]

TELL ME EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU SAW THEY HAD LIGHTS
INSIDE THEIR EYES DID YOU SEE THE CLOSING WINDOW DID YOU

Jace wasn't one to criticize. If anything, he was a neutral person, not really thinking to comment on other people's actions. He threw out compliments here and there, questioned somethings sometimes, but never criticized. However, even if he wouldn't say it out loud, he was doing it with Brian at the moment. Their op was simple - involving one, maybe two contacts, and a trade involving industrial documents. Fordham, of course, did business in all the major areas, and so Jace hadn't been surprised in the least when the topic had come up. He'd been surprised that he'd been put on the op, just because things had been pretty slow in his direction lately, but he'd hidden that under a calm, confident disposition. Suits, a nice watch, the whole deal. His suit was tailored, but that had only been because he'd acquired quite a few tailored suits a year ago when he'd been in an undercover op. The man he'd been observing had been rich beyond belief, blowing his money on the people that did good work for him to keep them around. He kept them - obviously - and used them in times like these. He even had a few fedoras, but now wasn't the time, not when they were just supposed to look like the average businessman.

Jace wasn't someone that enjoyed meaningless conversation. He was good at it, but that didn't mean he liked it. Jace nodded when Brian spoke, aligning their paces to match. He got that they were supposed to talk, but he wasn't going to be the one to start the conversation. When Brian asked his question, however, Jace sorely wished he had. "Long enough." He said, and chuckled slightly. It sounded real, but it was far from it. "Yourself?" They hadn't worked together long, and the fact that he'd started off with such a deep question made Jace a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't one to give out information like that unless he viewed the person as harmless, and Brian was anything but harmless. In the intelligence game, any small bit of information could be used against him. How long he'd been with Fordham showed how much experience he had, if he'd had a life before he'd joined the agency, how good he was at keeping himself alive. He knew that Brian would deflect the question as well, but he would expect it with an agent older than himself. He'd stayed alive this long, right? That meant that he at least knew what he was doing enough to get himself places, keep himself alive. He knew that a lot of the older agents underestimated the younger group, but for the most part, it was a mistake. Then again, being underestimated gave them a certain power, a freedom to be manipulative without being suspected. He'd done it before, effectively. "I wish the weather today had been a bit better. A little less heat would've done the trick, don't you think?" He asked. Bland questions were safe questions.

T A G G E D ? ! brian!
W O R D C O U N T ? ! five twenty three
M U S E ? ! could be better
N O T E S ? ! hope this was okay~
C R E D I T ? ! graphic credit goes to `MRS. BARNEY STINSON of caution two point oh. lyric credit goes to stas with the song dead hearts.