“Sometimes it’s better just to walk away.” He remembered someone told him that a long time ago. 

He felt like he should tell the guy. You were marked, you probably will be marked again. After they kill me and all. 

“You want any fries with that?”

“Ah sure. Sure.”

“And to drink?”

“A...

Imogen Howe did it. She found BAKA, his car at least staying near some shitty pizza place. But what she saw didn’t make sense. 

He had driven all this way. With a purpose. Like a bird flying home for the winter. But he wasn’t from here. He was staying at...

Imogen Howe spat on the floor. 

"Fuck." She said. Loud she was pumping gas. The second day, and she had't seen or heard anything about this guy. 

Her mind was racing. There was 8 billion people on this planet, there's no way I can find this dude. No fucking way...

Marc had made a routine maybe just as  Imogen Howe 's was spiraling. He was getting used to the cafe. An extension of himself and his apartment it became. He would walk into town in the morning and stop then for a double espresso. Then when he'd walk back from...

BAKA couldn't figure it out. He washed his thoughts away with a swig of bud light. 

Why would he have to kill this guy he seemed fine. 

"Yeah, been doing pizza for most of my life."

BAKA was now sat near the counter just enough so he could talk to the...

There was part of BAKA that liked doing this. Meeting the Mark before the deed. Felt like part of his ritual. Wanted to see him in the wild. 

When he walked into the restaurant the bell dinged. 

Immediately he was welcomed by a loud voice but a careful smile. “You...

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...

Marc left the messages while walking around the farm. It was only ever he wasn't doing much. Maybe like taking the trash out to the road. It became his routine, sometimes when waiting for the coffee to percolate, or other times just taking the dog out in the morning. 

It...

BAKA's head was spinning. He was behind, stayed too long at that fucking farm. He needed to go. He thought 6am would be good, he could get up then, and then leave at 6:15 at the latest. Just up, and water in the face, and he'd be out the door....

"I don't know why I feel this way." the girl said to Marc. He was sat down in arm chair, on his phone. She was cleaning a table next to him.

"But do I know you? There's like something about you, I don't know." She said. Marc had been training...