Thread: Pieces of Eight {Leroco / Symphony}

How long had it been now that shed been running? Constantly looking over her shoulder expecting some form of boogey man to jump out at her when she passed a dark alley or turned a corner. How long had it been since shed been in touch with friends? Fear of having them become caught up in something she certainly hadnt wanted to be a part of led her to be cautious of every move she made. Morgan wished for the umpteenth time that she had never, ever opened that envelope on that fateful day. How was she to know that it would contain such volatile information? And how was she to know that said information would be a catalyst for the chain events that now found her in a city in which she was totally unfamiliar. She was hungry and tried, but most of all she was angry. Not just a tiny bit angry, but angry enough to bite off the head of the next person that so much as looked at her funny. Sliding into the booth at the back of the restaurant, Morgan made sure that she was facing the door. A cursory glance around the semi-busy place didnt ease her anxiety or calm her fears. Instinct was yelling at her to get up and move to run! To not make it easy for them! Whoever them was! Plucking the menu from the holder, Morgan slid deeper into the padded and torn bench seat, cerulean colored eyes sweeping the room once again. Every now and then shed glance at the menu, already having made her choice. The same fare all the time so as not to waste time ice water and a chicken salad sandwich. Nothing elaborate or fancy or time consuming the idea was to dine and dash and throw some bills on the table. After placing the order, Morgan withdrew a small notebook and a pen. To anyone glancing in her direction, it would appear as if she were concentrating on some math problem or struggling with a word, when in truth she was making notes of the few patrons present. Once that was done, she withdrew another small notebook and compared notes. Was it a coincidence that most people, men really, preferred to wear black? With the sandwich placed in front of her, Morgan took a bite and continued comparing notes, looking from one man to another. It didnt matter if they were with someone or alone Morgan paid acute attention to their attire without trying to appear too conspicuous. There were two men that met the criteria of her notes and her chewing slowed considerably. A hard swallow only to be chased by ice cold water as she put the small notebooks away and nonchalantly came to her feet. One hand reached into a pocket for some loose bills while the other set the glass on the table. As calmly as she could, for Morgans anxiety just sky-rocketed, she tossed a five onto the table top and made her way to the exit, holding her breath the entire time. Almost there , she thought, wanting to glance around the room once more to see who, if anyone was watching her yet at the same time daring not. With one hand on the push bar, Morgan took a chance and tossed a glance over her shoulder eyes widened in surprise. One foot out the door and the smell of the city hit her head still turned and looking back into the restaurant as two men were rising simultaneously. Panicked kicked in, Morgan gasped loudly and pushed harder at the door, causing her to tumble forward in a precarious manner. Catching her balance, Morgan Knowles took off at a run and into the streets of an unknown city. This time, Morgan didnt look back. This time she pushed herself harder than before.