Luncheon Meeting

The diner was packed full of people for the lunch rush, various men and women in business attire packed the booths, as well as the occasional trucker, a favorite of the surrounding businesses. The waitresses, all young college girls, had smiles and sweet words that got the men to always tip them well. The almost too short skirts they had to wear that showed off their ass if they had to bend over also helped in that regard. Customers always “accidently” dropping silverware caused that scenario to happen far more often than in any other diner. The customers knew they could ogle the girls all they wanted, but could not touch. That was established early in the diner’s history when one man decided to pinch a girl’s ass as she bent over to get dropped silverware and had to deal with Bruno, the chef. Brutus and Bruno were the owners of the establishment and brothers. While they saw no problem with girls wearing the skimpy uniforms, they absolutely did not allow any sort of groping of the girls, as a lecherous older businessman learned the hard way. Despite Bruno beating the man to an inch of his life, he never saw any jail time or even a court case. It caused rumors to swirl around the diner, that the brothers were mobsters that had connections, and so no cop or judge would risk their lives or their family’s life to prosecute the brothers.

Sasha, however, knew the truth. The brothers were rather gifted mages specializing in magical cooking. While most of the Abyss would scoff at the idea of focusing one’s magic on cooking, the brothers, whose father was a moderately successful chef, instilled in the boys a love of cooking. When their magical abilities manifested, they found it best applied to cooking, being able to weave in emotional feelings into foods, or making people remember or forget anything they wanted once their food touched a person’s lips. Not wanting to deal with the politics of the Abyss, the two brothers moved to a midsized Midwestern city and started a diner that grew to be a popular establishment thanks to their magical cooking.

Spotting the man wrapped in a trenchcoat and hat large enough to conceal most of his features, Sasha found her new client. She made her way over to the booth in the corner, allowing a line of site to the rest of the diner. Well, he’s a paranoid one, isn’t he? thought Sasha as she gave a nod to Bruno, who began to make her usual lunch choice, as she reached the booth and sat down.

“You do realize you look super suspicious in that get up, right?” asked the woman, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“I don’t care if I look suspicious, as long as nobody can recognize me. My identity must remain unknown while I do my business here,” responded the man, the accent clearly from Eastern Europe. The man shifted in his seat, his clear nervousness got to him.

“Yes, well, as long as the money clears I don’t care who you are or what you want,” Sasha informed trench coat guy, as she would now refer to him in her mind.
“The money will clear, don’t worry. So, shall we get on to business?” asked trench coat man, to which Sasha responded, who took out a card. His cocked head at Sasha taking out the card made her realize she had to explain what it was for.

“This card will record what you say so I know exactly what you want me to do. Make sure to be precise as to what you want, and don’t worry, I can modulate the voice so nobody will know it was you.” She figured throwing in that last part would put the man’s mind to ease since he shuffled in his seat when she mentioned it would record him.

“…Very well, if it assures you follow my instructions,” said trench coat man, a hint of distrust in his voice. That was the one good thing Sasha picked up playing in all those game tournaments, she could easily read a person and figure out what they want and mean rather easily. “There is a new mage, supposedly blessed by Gaia herself, who is causing waves. He supposedly has stopped agents of both the German Empire and the Black Velvet. For a mage that has been around less than a week, that is impossible. I want you to use your abilities to catalogue his abilities and any other information about him that you can, such as allies and secret bases. He goes by the name John Newman,” explained the man. Sasha sighed, recon missions were always boring for her. She didn’t’ get to go all out and have fun. She’d have to hold back, try to goad out all of this John Newman’s moves.

“Ok, your standard recon mission. Anything else you want?” asked Sasha, seeing if she could get some excitement out of this mission. That’s when she saw trench coat man’s eyes feast on her body, Sasha groaned at that and quickly shot him down. “Sorry buddy, but you don’t meet the requirements for that mission,” Sasha responded to the man’s unasked question.

“I could give you a lot-“

“No amount of money will ever make me fuck you, so just drop it,” Sasha said as she got up, having got what she needed. “Now, just wire the money to the account I gave you and I’ll contact you when I have the information,” She said before she turned and walked away, her hips swinging in a most seductive manner. Fuck a few of your cute clients and suddenly everybody thinks they can fuck you, ugh! thought Sasha as she walked out of the diner and to her house to do some research on her new target.

“Dammit Chris, you lied to me! You said she’d not only do the mission but fuck me too!” mumbled trench coat man as he got out a communicator that looked straight out of Star Trek. “The freelancer has accepted the mission and has started it. I shall return to the base and make preparations for the other plans we have in area,” the man reported to someone.

“Excellent. Are the other projects still on schedule?” asked the voice on the other end of the call.

“Yes, sir. We are preparing a barrier to capture her soon. We have uncovered her identity thanks to the Golden Order. With her we can restart Operation Darkened Skies.”

“Excellent work, Agent Burkhalter.” Was all the voice said before the line disconnected. With that, Agent Burkhalter got up and left the diner, without paying. Brutus, noticing this, followed the man out to demand payment.

“Hey, you didn’t pay for your meals!” growled the man as he grabbed Agent Burkhalter’s shoulder, to which he replied by quickly channeling magic into his hand and smashing it into Brutus’ arm, shattering the bone.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the man as the pain overloaded his brain.

“You filth dare touch me?! Just wait until our plans our complete, then filth like you will be wiped from this earth and only the pure will survive, free from Gaia’s constraints!” declared Agent Burkhalter, before kicking Brutus in the side of the head, and then continuing on his way to his base.