Invisible String

Truth and choices

Cars congest the road and honk at each other in dispute, the streets are packed with people. In New York everyone needed to be someone and be there right now.

Jules and Matt walk side by side. Jules pretends to guide Matthew along as a front. She adjusts her thick black sunglasses and pulls down her brown beanie, an attempt to shield her identity.

They take two trains and walk for about fifteen minutes and they're on Bond Street. The pair look around searching carefully, but at the same trying not to appear conspicuous. They search for anything that might allude to the unordinary.

They end up face to face with a vintage bookstore. The writing at the front of the shop. 'Larry's rare books.' Is intricately painted with fine calligraphic details. A small collection of seemingly old books with hard clothe hardbacks, in slightly faded primary colors, finished off with gold lettering, are displayed at the front of the store. They're kept in thin sheets of protective plastic. Jules smiles. It had been ages since she'd been in a bookstore and God, she missed it. Trailing her fingers along the spines. Newer scents of paper and ink, older sweet and woody smells mingling in the air. But the thing that appealed most to Matt and Jules about bookstores and libraries was the quiet. You were in your own little bubble and had the access to hundreds of stories just seconds away from your fingertips. It was a peaceful escape from the turbulent outside world.

Jules tugs at Matt's arm to stop him from walking forward. "Maybe we need to think outside the box." She tells him. "We've been looking for something that sticks out, maybe we should look for something in plain sight." Jules juts her head in the direction of the bookstore. "An expensive old bookshop. Bad guys do have access in high places." Matt nods. "That's a good idea sweetheart, let's check it out."

The bell chimes to signal to the seller that customers have entered. Jules and Matt split up, she goes right, and he goes left. The place is vast. Towering shelves spiral all the way up to the roof, you would require a ladder to get to the books at the very top. Jules smiles to herself. When she was a kid, she would slip off to stores like this all the time. She would glide along the isles and imagine having a house of her own stacked to the brim with books like these.

A few minutes in Matt comes up behind Jules, he touches her lower arm lightly and says in a low voice. "Something's not right." She frowns. "Did you find something?"

"More like a smell something. The closer I get to the front of the store, near the counter, a mix of smells hit me. Sulfur and metal with a hint of copper."

"I'm thinking maybe guns or gunpowder." Matt explains. "Hmm... you think there might be something behind or below the bookstore?" Matt nods. "Okay we're gonna need a distraction to investigate...Uhhh...Umm...Okay, Okay! How about ask the guy infront of the counter that you need help?" Matt rolls his eyes. "You want me to do the whole I'm a blind man so please help me act?" Jules sighs. "Come on Matt we both know its effective. They underestimate you, so they don't really know what you're capable of." Jules whispers seductively bridging the space between their bodies. "Jules don't try and distract me right now." Matt says moving his hands down her back. "I'm distracting am i?" Jules implies in a teasing tone. Matt grins. He looks down and takes Jules hand. "Okay princess we'll do your plan."

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Matt makes his way up to the counter. Only Jules could have that effect on him. Convincing him to do stuff. She really knows how to get under his skin.

Jules stands slightly behind a bookshelf, watching the interaction between Matt and the man. They talk for a few seconds until the man smiles walks around the counter and steps infront of Matt to go show him some books.