Tillman watched Crane watch him for a moment before giving a sharp nod and disappearing to do as he was told.
It took him less than ten minutes to get ready. He emerged, still unshaven, in comfortable street clothes: jeans and a t-shirt with a less than flattering green jacket thrown over the lot. It was the only thing thick enough to fully conceal the pistol at his hip and it had enough inside pockets to store extra ammo. The collapsed SMG was stowed in an athletics bag slung over his shoulder.
Tillman was moving differently than before, having made the decision to stow his military precision while they changed locations. With the exception of his eyes, he looked like an average schmuck on his way to nowhere in particular.
"Are you going to brief me on what I'm up against?" he asked dryly.
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Date: 2012-01-31 11:05 pm (UTC)It took him less than ten minutes to get ready. He emerged, still unshaven, in comfortable street clothes: jeans and a t-shirt with a less than flattering green jacket thrown over the lot. It was the only thing thick enough to fully conceal the pistol at his hip and it had enough inside pockets to store extra ammo. The collapsed SMG was stowed in an athletics bag slung over his shoulder.
Tillman was moving differently than before, having made the decision to stow his military precision while they changed locations. With the exception of his eyes, he looked like an average schmuck on his way to nowhere in particular.
"Are you going to brief me on what I'm up against?" he asked dryly.