”“I ... I’m from Sixty-seventh Street. Someone ... paid me, five thousand upfront. They promised me ten if I wounded you, thirty if you died. Fo... someone ... living day to day, that’s a life-changing amount.”“You a vet?”He shook his head, muttering under his breath.“Didn’t think so. If you were, I’d be dead now. But someone showed you how to hold and aim a pistol. Who hired you?”“Don’t know. He paid cash. Never seen him before. Drove up in a fancy car. Been watchin’ me. Said he could help me,. The only bad thing is your location is now known, whereas it had been a quiet location before. What you had to do should pass if we don't make a big deal out of it. The operatives you ran into won't be missed from what we know about them, since they have no real ID or record of having ever existed." Well, good, we were worried, but now we'll just hope that boat had enough fuel on it to get a few hundred miles out before it decides to sink. We put something on it to help it sink, so it shouldn't. He’s dressed in a similar fashion to Kristoff albeit without the leonine grace and ease that Kristoff wears it. His suit is rumpled and dark blue showing signs it’s been worn all day. He’s not a bad looking guy, Clarissa guesses he’s in his early forties and taking care of himself. Short dark hair, neatly coiffed, tops a face devoid of humour. His eyes dark and predatory as they flick round the restaurant, always coming back to rest on Clarissa. A thick rolex appearing in view as he keeps. Chotto kot ta dekhlam khara hoye gache. Cheleder arokom jinis khub pochondo hoi.amaro hochilo.tai thakte na pere or gud e mukh dhuika butter er moto chuste thaklam.o ah haa ahhhhhhhhh ufffffff uffffffff aste aste oggggoooooo pagol kore dile bole sithkar dite thaklo. Pechhab r guder ekta mitha gondhe ekta kemon akorshon amak tanchilo.ami nak ta ghoste ghoste jib dia goli ta chat te thaklam. O uttejonai seure seure uthchilo.o bichanar chador ta dhore tan marte marte mukhta adik odik.