Rendezvous

The dam offered a fantastic view of the city from the one side and the artificial lake that existed on the other. A few boats, mostly of the sail variety, were bobbing on the fairly calm waters of the reservoir. Sabrina Washington had overheard from some of the locals the fishing here was terrible. That suited her fine, she wasn't very fond of water-caught food anyways.

The hazy sky was appropriate for the cooler day, since a clear blue one always seems to offer a deception of warmer temperatures. A slight breeze had picked up from the reservoir, resulting in Sabrina to turn the collar of her wool jacket up. She glanced at her wrist, the watch hands announced back it had been twenty minutes since she last checked the time. All together, an hour of watching and waiting.

As Sabrina turned on her heel and strolled to the other side of the causeway, her left hand reached for her scarf wrapped around her neck. She tilted her head down, glancing to the left, then to the right, taking in what she saw. A young, seemingly happy couple, was throwing foodstuffs of some kind to the local birds. An older woman, presumably the mother, was pushing a stroller, occupied by a sleeping child. Nobody here raised any kind of suspicion, performing actions very common for the location and time of day.

She squeezed the throat microphone, just underneath the scarf and in a near whisper said, "Eagle, the nest is empty."

From the city side of the damn, atop an apartment building and just below the rooftop billboard, a figure was laying in the prone position. Dressed in head to toe black and peering through the scope of a high powered sniper rifle, their left arm slowly moved, extending a hand towards their own neck.

"Copy Raven," Isabella Riberio replied, keeping Sabrina in the cross-hairs. Isabella was ordinarily a patient person, but after spending over an hour on an apartment roof, wearing less than ideal weather clothing and laying on her stomach the entire time, was more than enough for today already.

Back on the causeway, Sabrina was feeling stood up. The time for the rendezvous had come and gone, even with factoring in a little extra for unforeseen circumstances. She sighed and slowly reached up for her throat again, but some movement from her left caught her attention.

The lone male was approaching, with a clipped, measured pace. Sabrina eyed him from toe to head. Brown causal loafers, faded blue jeans, a faded, matching jean jacket with a wool collar and a brown wool driving cap. However, it was two other things that stood out more than what she got from her quick cursory inspection of him.

First, if he walked just a bit quicker and swung his arms a little higher, he would be parade marching. Secondly, he had bright and piercing blue eyes....