10-22-2020, 03:01 PM
[This can totally be deleted if it comes into conflict with your continued storyline, MO]
A gentle breeze in the misty alley presaged Ms. Delicato's emergence from the
agency door. Johnny, startled, backed into a shaded corner beside the dumpster
as he watched Delia come into view just below a rickety old night lamp hanging
just above the IPA's doorway.
She stood confidently, commanding every bit of the night's respect, even in this empty
alleyway. Looking cautiously to her right, then her left, her gaze traveled slowly towards her
unsuspecting visitor.
"You gonna hide back there all night?" she called out.
Surprized by her laser-like intuition, Johnny sheepishly comes forward from the darkness.
"What gave me away?" he questioned.
"Well, I figured you for that type" she returned.
He begins slowly walking towards her.
"And what type is that?" he volleyed.
"Dependable. And a little stupid. But mostly dependable" she said.
By this time he was standing beside her. The air chilled to a perfect frost, their breath
streaming in unison like wisps of cigarette smoke.
"So what now?" Johnny poses.
Delia turns her head to the right, taking in the lighter end of the alleyway before reaffixing her
eyes upon Johnny's stern expression.
"Now? Now you help me find this thing" she said in an almost demanding tone.
"I need someone who knows the area, the streets, and all the dark places that those
of an unsavory nature might call home. Are you up for that?" she asked.
Johnny stared deeply into her assured eyes for a moment before answering.
"Right this way, Ms. Delicato" as he motions her to lead the way.
A gentle breeze in the misty alley presaged Ms. Delicato's emergence from the
agency door. Johnny, startled, backed into a shaded corner beside the dumpster
as he watched Delia come into view just below a rickety old night lamp hanging
just above the IPA's doorway.
She stood confidently, commanding every bit of the night's respect, even in this empty
alleyway. Looking cautiously to her right, then her left, her gaze traveled slowly towards her
unsuspecting visitor.
"You gonna hide back there all night?" she called out.
Surprized by her laser-like intuition, Johnny sheepishly comes forward from the darkness.
"What gave me away?" he questioned.
"Well, I figured you for that type" she returned.
He begins slowly walking towards her.
"And what type is that?" he volleyed.
"Dependable. And a little stupid. But mostly dependable" she said.
By this time he was standing beside her. The air chilled to a perfect frost, their breath
streaming in unison like wisps of cigarette smoke.
"So what now?" Johnny poses.
Delia turns her head to the right, taking in the lighter end of the alleyway before reaffixing her
eyes upon Johnny's stern expression.
"Now? Now you help me find this thing" she said in an almost demanding tone.
"I need someone who knows the area, the streets, and all the dark places that those
of an unsavory nature might call home. Are you up for that?" she asked.
Johnny stared deeply into her assured eyes for a moment before answering.
"Right this way, Ms. Delicato" as he motions her to lead the way.
