originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]At a nearby restaurant, a heavily-armed figure sat, a dead ringer for the gunman type. An empty plate lay on the table before him along with an empty bottle, and he seemed to be smoking a cigar. His hair was combed back, and he had an eyepatch over his left eye. The man couldn't have been any older than thirty-five, but he seemed experienced in his field, to say the least. A matching helmet with a mask lay on the table before him, facing towards him. After taking a drag, he looked over to you as he exhaled the smoke.[/i]
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She noticed the figure, before turning back to the line, while her mind ran through thousands of combat scenarios the place could escalate too.
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[i]If she knew anything about body language, he was not displaying anything hostile. He probably just noticed her while he himself was people-watching.[/i]