Gibbon woke a bit grumpy. Last evening wasn’t the time of his life, and though the differences between the team members were repressed successfully, they were bound to surface sooner or later. He hoped he wouldn’t be the one called upon again, to smooth the rough edges. That was so annoying, he wanted to crack jokes rather than being the sensible one. And on top of the whole situation, by the time he got home, Lisa already left and spent the night out.
Checking his messages, he noticed that Cookie texted him earlier. Then he saw the timestamp and fell back in the bed, groaning. He thought about replying but left it at that. If the man didn't text him again, they didn't miss him yet.
He started his day as usual. It was unusual to strap two guns but he didn’t want to leave the slivergun, as the neighborhood they were to go to wasn’t one of the best. He took a long coat to conceal his tail but today he didn’t want to tie it down, he might have need of his whole sense of balance. Being a bit early, he decided to go to the meeting place on foot, Bellevue was nicely bustling with activity this time in the morning. He bought a croissant and a coffee on the way and arrived about a minute late, taking the last sips from the plastic cup.