"Here's your coffee, ma'am," I said to the woman waiting at the counter. "That'll be four dollars and twenty-four cents." I worked at a coffee shop now, occasionally getting a call from the RIA asking me if I wanted to come back.
"I told you, I no longer work for the RIA!" I would say, then slam the phone down.
A man entered the shop. I walked up to the cash register.
"What can I get for you?" I asked him. He looked shocked for a second, then looked normal.
"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if I could use your Wi-Fi," he asked.
"Sure thing," I permitted, and he went to the end of the counter and scrolled through his phone. I stared at him in the corner of my eye. The more I stared at him, the more I recognized him. I walked over to him and leaned on the counter. He looked up slowly, and I could sense his nervousness. I smiled.
"Hi, Rod–"
"Shut your mouth."
"It's been a while."
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ActionFive years have passed since the last incident with the Russian Intelligence Agency (RIA), and they've been quiet since then. Bored out of his mind with no interesting cases except standard police matters, Rodriguez Moralés will soon be happy to lea...
