part 1: The job

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I walk to the Italian restaurant. The music playing is slow, but loud at the same time. A perfect beat to move to, as I claim my target. I spot the target's keeper sitting in the back, just as my informant told me he would be, speaking to some other people, probably about politics. As I fix my waitress outfit, I walk towards their table ready to slip my fingers in the the man's coat pocket. Only upon closer inspection, do I realize that there is a girl watching everyone like a hawk sitting at my target's table. No way around her I guess. I just hope she doesn't let her company realize what I am doing. I refill the keepers drink purposely spilling it. As I lean down to pick up the glass and "help" him, I expertly slip my fingers into his coat pocket and retrieve the thumb drive that will pay for my living expenses for a month. I stand up, slip into the shadow literally, and walk to my Jeep. As I get closer to my car I change back into my solid state, and then I see I have been followed. But that isn't possible. Is it?

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