I ended up going out for something to eat. "Man can't live on beer" I told myself but I sure have tried. There was a deli in the next building that made a decent priced bacon an egg bagel and with a large cup of iced coffee I was set for the day. Next to beer I found grease to be an important part of a balanced diet. I knew that would need to change someday but someday was a long way off. Today it tasted just right and it helped settle my stomach. I also got to flirt with the Mongolian girl who ran the register. I had learned from her that there was big difference between the two. You sure couldn't tell it from the way they looked. It must be a like the Catholic/Protestant thing I would have asked her but her English wasn't that good and I can't say I cared that much. She was a little plump, but convenient, and I was working on getting her to come by and see me after work. So far she didn't seem real interested. No problem.
I picked up some more beer and headed back to the apartment after I was done with my bagel. I was feeling antsy, I wished he would hurry up and call. To kill time I popped a beer and started doing some research on OWS because I had to be missing something. I knew a little bit about them from reading online, what I had picked up hanging around, and what I put together for my get myself laid scripts. I couldn't figure out why the FBI was so interested in them. From what I had seen so far they were a cross between what I imagined what a Christian fundamentalist group who believed in finding God by camping and a bunch of winos with tents would look an act like if they all occupied the same piece of land. Not really threatening, somewhat unsanitary, and totally dedicated to their beliefs.
I was surprised by what I found. The FBI was very interested in OWS. I still had no clue why. Probably because it was their job to be snoopy. I also found a story about some computer guy who was hacking them and forwarding what he found to the FBI cyber security unit and NYPD. What a jerk, and he, supposedly, wasn't getting paid. He had to be fishing for a job or contract. Well, sorry, but I was getting paid which didn't make me a snitch. It made it my job. At least that's what I told myself. The comments were pretty damn ugly below the story. Oh yeah, I was going to have to work on my story as soon as I got started.
Special Agent Johnson didn't call me. He didn't call the next day either. By day three I wondering if he forgot about me or even worse, found some asshole who would do it for free. I was even starting to wonder if I could salvage my old job. I thought about calling the temp agency and telling them I had a seizure but I didn't think they would buy it. The only thing else that might have a chance was me claiming someone had impersonated me just so I would lose the job. Another nonstarter.
That's when he called. I was on my third beer of the morning so I was still sober an coherent thank god.
I didn't recognize the number so I answered with a straight "Hello."
"So how are you Dakota?"
My brain went "Yippee!" but I can be a pretty cold customer when I want to be so I replied, "Fine." Then grudgingly, "And you?"
He ignored it. Instead I heard, "You ready to go to work?"
"Hell yeah! What took you so long? I've..."
"Save it. I see you have been doing research. That's good. It shows initiative and I like initiative."
That was a slap upside the head. How the hell did he know? Shit. What porn had I been watching? I was still running videos through my head when he chuckled, and continued with, "It's all good Dakota." I swear I could hear him wink after he said that too.
"Meet me at your favorite deli tomorrow at 09:00." He hung up. I started at my phone for awhile before I set it down and went in search of another beer.