Marc was sitting in the cafe and he thought about BAKA. He still had his hit card with him, but assumed BAKA's was the same. He opened and all he read, "45 year old, "Boungiono's Pizza, pizza chef, partial owner, 24398 French Boulevard.".
Strange, why would that matter, pizza. He remembers when hits were actual people like famous people or Rappers. People that it made sense. He wondered if someone just had a bad pizza. He ripped up his card, and put it in his notebook. He'd throw it away on the way to his hotel. Always in a public place, but with no cameras near. These notecards were small enough he could just drive and throw it out the window. No one would be able to put it back together again.
He was writing in his notebook. He hadn't been for awhile but it helped him ever since the mind fusion. He would write at anytime of the day then look over it when he fell asleep, then again when he woke up. Just helped him make sense of all of it.
He ordered the same thing he usually did. This time someone else was working, he thought about asking the other guy where McKayla was, but then decided against it.
Strange, why would that matter, pizza. He remembers when hits were actual people like famous people or Rappers. People that it made sense. He wondered if someone just had a bad pizza. He ripped up his card, and put it in his notebook. He'd throw it away on the way to his hotel. Always in a public place, but with no cameras near. These notecards were small enough he could just drive and throw it out the window. No one would be able to put it back together again.
He was writing in his notebook. He hadn't been for awhile but it helped him ever since the mind fusion. He would write at anytime of the day then look over it when he fell asleep, then again when he woke up. Just helped him make sense of all of it.
He ordered the same thing he usually did. This time someone else was working, he thought about asking the other guy where McKayla was, but then decided against it.
