Snippet #792292

Munroe was out and about again. Marseuvius Black had added a few more scars to an already battered body. The wounds had only just healed and still caused Munroe pain, but he'd survived worse. Munroe stopped, and shivered at the memory of that cold night out in the pitch black Iraqi desert with a fist sized hole in his shoulder. he had survived that and now he was going to bring down Marseuvius Black.

He stopped in a small cafe, that was virtually empty except for the staff and a few regulars. He slumped in one of the wicker chairs on the sidewalk and basked in the pale mornig sunlight. A pretty blonde waitress with a heart shaped face and beautiful green eyes came up and took his order. After a short pause the waitress re-appeared, a cup of steaming black coffee in her hand. She set it down on the metal top of the table and walked back inside, throwing a cheeky smile over her shoulder.

Sipping his coffee, Munroe pulled out his battered cell phone and dialled a number. The phone rang a couple of times before clicking to answerphone. "Hello you have reached Harry Shiraoka's Cell, I c..." Munroe cut the machine off mid sentence. "Harry. I got an idea to catch Black. Meet me at my office on 23rd at 3pm." He hung up the cell, replacing it in his pocket, and returned inside the cafe to pay. He stepped up to the cash register, recieving another smile from the blonde. As he handed over the money, he pulled a photo of Marseuvius he had in his pocket and showed it to the girl. "Has this man been in recently?" he asked, not expecting an answer. When the girl didn't reply, he handed over the cash and returned to his office.