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“She’s here again. Same table.”
Obsidian nodded his head as Hemitate’s voice came through the earbud. Normally, Sulphur, who sat at the next booth, wore it, to keep in touch with the bar. Today, it was Hemitate and Felicity, a young meta with the ability to harmonize to any frequency, manning the bar. They were legitimately employed by the bar, which was also a legitimate business. Just because Obsidian conducted some less-than-legal conversations at the very back booth, the one with the black and red tablecloth and the black seats, didn’t make the business any less real.
He looked down at the laptop screen in front of him, tapping through the camera feed until he landed on the newly positioned camera. He watched as the purple haired girl, who they had IDed as Hazel Beauvais, as she set up shop. Notebooks, a laptop with a wireless mouse, and colored pens all filled the table. He hummed and leaned back in his seat, his brain itching as he watched her.
She had been coming almost every single day for the last few weeks, usually with a young albino man, ever since they had fully opened. She always sat at the same table every day, one down, in the booth just past Sulphur. It was suspicious, but not unusual. Just suspicious enough that Obsidian was curious.
She had entered the building, and from his seat at his booth, he had seen her come in. He had watched her subtly, his eyes flicking up, but making no other movements. He had watched her walk to her usual seat and noticed that despite the obvious positioning of the new camera, she didn’t even look at it. He found that even more suspicious. All of his other regulars had asked about it already, and yet, this girl who was here almost every day, failed to even look up and notice it.
He picked up the small microphone and clipped it to the inside of his coat’s collar, making sure it wasn’t visible. He stood, taking the earpiece out and handing it back to Sulphur as he passed him. He straightened out his wool coat over his turtleneck and slacks before sliding into the booth, directly across from the young woman. He looked over her arrangement of work and tilted his head to the side.
He looked back up at her, taking in her colorful look. Purple hair, green eyes, and colorful clothing as though she wanted people to notice her. As if she wanted to hide in plain sight. With a polite smile on his face, Obsidian introduced himself. “Hello, Hazel. I’m Ethan. Do you have a moment to talk?”