Snippet #1750220

Fynn leafed through the folder, not much pertained to him since he wouldn't actually be at the store. He looked up at X then grabed his bag and sat next to him. He was going to be working with him after all. "So we won't be at the store. Where down town are we going to be?" He knew down town was large and distracting the officers long enough they would have to be in the right spot. He pulled out a water bottle from his backpack. He had to make sure he was hydrated constantly. He felt as if he were dead if he didn't have enough water. He set the bottle on the table wit the cap off, a small stream of the water came out the top and swirled in his hand in a small ball, looking like a marble.