@aaronxcross
Aaron didn’t like any of this. Someone had the power to find him after not just one or two but three burner phone discards. She was good. Damn good. The fact that the calvary hadn’t come for him was the only glimmer of hope. He had no idea what the angle was or what game was being played but he had no real choice but to go. He had to find out why this was happening.
It felt too easy. Like it was all staged. At a diner. It was too public for Eric Byer’s liking. He would’ve wanted to lure him somewhere remote. Somewhere they could just drop a drone in and wipe him out. No risk, no attention. Blame it on some hunting cabin’s propane tank going up. This was something else entirely. She was calm, casual. Just sitting eating. Not afraid of what he was or what he might do, at least not in a crowded diner.
“What do you want?” Aaron questioned as he sat down with her. There was no reason to call more attention to them. He spared a quick glance around but no one seemed to be paying them any mind. “Who do you work for?”
Gwen nodded at the waitress as she delivered an over-large plate of bacon, definitely not something offered on the menu but she'd managed to convince them, "you sure you don't want food first? Or are you the type that gets too nervous to eat? Because, full disclosure, this isn't the only thing I ordered though the bulk will be bacon." Diners were the only place where her entire diet didn't revolve around alcohol, but that's not to say there weren't other vices involved.
She made it through a couple of pieces of bacon all the while taking in his demeanor, she could assume much more than tell that he was wildly suspicious of her. That's where she liked people to be, to be fair, but this time it felt a little like she had too much of an upper hand. Besides, she wouldn't get any answers she wanted if she wasn't willing to give him a little. Just a taste. "I work for myself but often people will seek me out because I have a unique set of skills. Let's just say, hiding from me is really hard. Without giving my sources away, I bet you already have a short list of who might want you found."
Swiveling a little on her bar stool, she faced him more head on, leaning against the counter in a highly relaxed fashion, "so, I've read up on you and while I'm pretty smart, some of that stuff went straight over my head. When they say enhanced, are we talking Inspector Gadget situation or straight up Steve Rogers?" Her gaze lingered at the top of his head, her thoughts travelling slightly, "did the propeller come out of his hat or his head?"