Solomons boots were pounding the pavement outside the new HF Headquarters. It had taken some time, but the organization was rebuilding on the island. This time they had new leadership, since their esteemed Captain was now sitting in jail for bombings that Solomon knew very well he wasn't responsible for. It wasn't that he had anything against the man, but him being in jail meant Solomon got a raise in status. Why rock the boat.
From between his lips hung a Lucky Strike, the cigarettes tip lit as he emitted a constant flow of smoke from around the filter. Without ever removing it from between his lips he paced and smoked, holding a cell phone in his hands. Things had been troubling him, things that had nothing to do with his chosen occupation. Things that kept him up at night and made him wonder about his sanity. It wasn't the preoccupation with the blonde girl from the Hookah that bothered him, it was more everything else that seemed to bring up in his head. Lately he didn't feel at home in his own skin. Even as he paced he gave a roll of his shoulders, like he was wearing a suit that was suddenly too small.
Finally with a last exhalation and jet of smoke he plucked the cigarette from his lips and grumbled a list of four letter payers as he punched in the number for the person he'd been debating on calling. His pacing stopped as he held the phone up to his ear and waited to see if Nori would answer. Spending time with Nori was as pleasant as getting a golf tee shoved through your eye, but she might have some answers for him. Answers that he couldn't get from HF without arousing suspicion. When he heard the beep he was silent a moment before speaking.
"Nori. Call me back. Its Solomon. Tell me when I can come by so we can talk."
The buzzing of her phone on vibrate distracted her for merely a second. Although her eyes flicked back to the screens in front of her. One stick thin leg was pulled up to her chest and crushed to her as she scrolled through the pages of IT work lined up for her for the day. She really had to give Evelyn credit, she had gotten her job. Working as an IT technician at one of her father's companies. It meant money and money meant more fun toys that went boom or bang.
It wasn't until she was camped out, under the smoker's tent outside on her first break of the day that she unhooked her phone from her hip and listened to her voicemail. A smirk crawled over her lips, the woman who was chattering away "at" her seemed oblivous that Nori wasn't even paying attention to her. Apparently, being friends with the IT people meant you could get better computer equipment. To say the least the woman was ignored, and Nori rose from her seat at the picnic table and walked away leaving the woman to feel like an utter fucktard.
Dialing the number back she set it to her ear finding it going directly to voice mail. She inhaled letting the smoke crawl around her face as she leaned against a neighboring palm tree.
"Hey man, didn't think I'd hear from you again. How's things going with "work?" She chuckled faintly as she said this blowing the smoke away from her.
"I work till 8 most nights so I guess you could come over after then, just let me know when you want to come over. Either that, or we could meet up in town. Wouldn't want your new friends knowing who you hung around with do we?"
She simply hit the end button, not leaving a parting goodbye or nothing.