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Julian’s answer comes only in the form of a smile, pleased and satisfied. There was no reason for him to get lonely – what with his family at home and the swarms of people at work, and Mortensen everywhere –, but there was a need to talk, to share this moment with someone outside his own mind. He’d blame it on his extraversion, Julian decides.
“That’s true, I suppose.” And further proof of how much of an accuracy game Mortensen’s job was. To be noticeable enough that no threats arise, but invisible enough as to give the sensation that nothing’s changed. “Besides, you’ve done more for this country than all of them combined. The least they should do,” — he looks up to Mortensen for confirmation, then — “is be respectful of that.”
Daniel slightly nodded at his boss’ words – he was right. He didn’t like praising his job in the Navy and in the CIA but he knew he’d surely done great things for their country – from fighting terrorists, getting important information from other countries and maybe even avoid a big war or two. “Thank you, sir.” He said, “I think that everyone does their part for the country, you know... Even just by doing their normal jobs.” Daniel truly believed that – of course he and his fellow soldiers and agents did more for the country than an average person, but still, he thought that somehow everyone could do something.
He was about to speak again when a waiter – the same one who glared at him the moment he realized he wasn’t going to eat there – and asked him what he’d like for dinner. “Uh–” Daniel was taken aback by that question, especially because he hadn’t even opened the menu. He didn’t need to it, though. He’d come to that restaurant enough to know what they served. “I’ll have roasted chicken with salad.” He said, “Oh, and water, please.” He hoped he wasn’t ordering too much – he was definitely hungry, but he had to react quickly if needed, so having a full stomach wasn’t exactly the best. “Thank you again for this. I guess I’ll have to call my local Chinese restaurant to let me know I won’t have dinner there tonight.” Daniel joked, running a hand through his hair.













