shuddered.
Alfonso rolled his eyes. Cut the crap and
get back to business , he thought.
"You wanna grab a drink tonight?" the
commissioner sounded surprised those were even his own words. He
didn't ask women out on dates very often, much less agency power
women. There was always a first for everything though.
"I'd like that," she confirmed, trying not
to sound overly excited at the prospect. The German really quick
went to work to pen his number on stationary.
"Here's how to contact me," he awkwardly
handed her the note.
"Great! We'll get in touch before then," she
said rising from the table.
Well this conversation is over.
He reached across to gently shake her hand
and for a moment the two locked eyes. "See you tonight," he told
her while holding the coffee shop door open like a gentleman.
Amalia left first, with lover boy Wendel in close pursuit.
Alfonso sat at his table for a little longer
than necessary to nurse his latte. To him, the glass was half full
on his prospects. He'd get in touch with the agency, then order a
team to pick the love birds up on their date and take them in for
interrogation.
It will be a night to remember for you
two.
The wicked thought pleased him very
much.
--
Chapter 6
Tel Aviv, Israel
The next class didn't rock his boat.
Pre-cal. He didn't have a phobia to the subject unlike many of his
fellow classmates. It bored him, more precisely. Not much of a
challenge.
The teacher took attendance at the
beginning of the hour. Not to his surprise four kids were absent.
Three knocks on three separate occasions interrupted the lesson
flow...tardies.
"Get out your textbooks," he said with his
back turned to the students while he wrote something up on the
board.
Azriel didn't turn
anywhere. Instead he watched the man's loopy cursive spell out the
words, Pop Quiz . Ordinarily it might have given him the jitters to read
that.
Certainly he'd be exempt from today's quiz
though--no need to worry.
A few more heads in the room also noticed
the message on the board. "If you've found your spot, than we can
go over any questions you may have from last night's homework. Yes,
there's a quiz following that." It gave him great pleasure to say
those words.
Many dug out three ring binders or spiral
bound notebooks with their homework from the previous night. Most
of the students hurriedly flipped through pages as if a timer
ticked down to the start of the quiz.
"Show of hands, how many actually did their
assignment from yesterday?" A look around the room revealed most
everyone chose not to slack off and do the coursework this time. A
rarity.
"Good!" the teacher
praised his class. "Then you should have no problem with the quiz
over polynomial functions then, am I right?" The faces that stared back looked less than certain. Finally
a girl who sat in the front opened it up for questions on the
homework. Azriel didn't pay any attention
to the back and forth student teacher interaction. It didn't
concern him all that much. When the same girl that asked the first
question became a repeat offender with another one, Azriel
impatiently piped up with the answer.
The teacher looked down in the answer
guide.
"Why, that's correct Mr. Markov."
"Of course it is," the boy quipped.
"Is there something
you'd like to tell me right now young man that you haven't
before?" "Meaning what,
exactly?"
"Why you're here?"
His quick tongue didn't
have a speedy reply for everything. This caught him off
balance. The math teacher continued,
"Today is the first day I ever see your face, you walk into my
class, having taken no pre-requisites to this class to my
knowledge, and you're answering questions to the homework that
you've never even done?" "So?"
"So?" The remark sounded even more stupid
than before being parroted back by the teacher. "In all my years of
teaching, I've never witnessed a case like today." "Then what are
we gonna do about it?" The Jewish boy defiantly stated, ready for
anything.
"You'll be taking that
Alfonso rolled his eyes. Cut the crap and
get back to business , he thought.
"You wanna grab a drink tonight?" the
commissioner sounded surprised those were even his own words. He
didn't ask women out on dates very often, much less agency power
women. There was always a first for everything though.
"I'd like that," she confirmed, trying not
to sound overly excited at the prospect. The German really quick
went to work to pen his number on stationary.
"Here's how to contact me," he awkwardly
handed her the note.
"Great! We'll get in touch before then," she
said rising from the table.
Well this conversation is over.
He reached across to gently shake her hand
and for a moment the two locked eyes. "See you tonight," he told
her while holding the coffee shop door open like a gentleman.
Amalia left first, with lover boy Wendel in close pursuit.
Alfonso sat at his table for a little longer
than necessary to nurse his latte. To him, the glass was half full
on his prospects. He'd get in touch with the agency, then order a
team to pick the love birds up on their date and take them in for
interrogation.
It will be a night to remember for you
two.
The wicked thought pleased him very
much.
--
Chapter 6
Tel Aviv, Israel
The next class didn't rock his boat.
Pre-cal. He didn't have a phobia to the subject unlike many of his
fellow classmates. It bored him, more precisely. Not much of a
challenge.
The teacher took attendance at the
beginning of the hour. Not to his surprise four kids were absent.
Three knocks on three separate occasions interrupted the lesson
flow...tardies.
"Get out your textbooks," he said with his
back turned to the students while he wrote something up on the
board.
Azriel didn't turn
anywhere. Instead he watched the man's loopy cursive spell out the
words, Pop Quiz . Ordinarily it might have given him the jitters to read
that.
Certainly he'd be exempt from today's quiz
though--no need to worry.
A few more heads in the room also noticed
the message on the board. "If you've found your spot, than we can
go over any questions you may have from last night's homework. Yes,
there's a quiz following that." It gave him great pleasure to say
those words.
Many dug out three ring binders or spiral
bound notebooks with their homework from the previous night. Most
of the students hurriedly flipped through pages as if a timer
ticked down to the start of the quiz.
"Show of hands, how many actually did their
assignment from yesterday?" A look around the room revealed most
everyone chose not to slack off and do the coursework this time. A
rarity.
"Good!" the teacher
praised his class. "Then you should have no problem with the quiz
over polynomial functions then, am I right?" The faces that stared back looked less than certain. Finally
a girl who sat in the front opened it up for questions on the
homework. Azriel didn't pay any attention
to the back and forth student teacher interaction. It didn't
concern him all that much. When the same girl that asked the first
question became a repeat offender with another one, Azriel
impatiently piped up with the answer.
The teacher looked down in the answer
guide.
"Why, that's correct Mr. Markov."
"Of course it is," the boy quipped.
"Is there something
you'd like to tell me right now young man that you haven't
before?" "Meaning what,
exactly?"
"Why you're here?"
His quick tongue didn't
have a speedy reply for everything. This caught him off
balance. The math teacher continued,
"Today is the first day I ever see your face, you walk into my
class, having taken no pre-requisites to this class to my
knowledge, and you're answering questions to the homework that
you've never even done?" "So?"
"So?" The remark sounded even more stupid
than before being parroted back by the teacher. "In all my years of
teaching, I've never witnessed a case like today." "Then what are
we gonna do about it?" The Jewish boy defiantly stated, ready for
anything.
"You'll be taking that
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