Jack decided to take a shift at the restaurant after returning the multi-tool to Anna. With the insanity of the last few days, he needed something mundane, something simple to restore his sense of normalcy. He wasn"t a spy; committing what was essentially a kind of industrial espionage left him feeling a little shaken. Fortunately, he"d gotten away with no real problems.
Four hours of waiting tables, mollifying disgruntled customers and listening to his co-workers banter was almost enough to make him forget that his whole world had been upended over the course of two days. Still, his legs were aching. Amazing how a couple days of rest could make you forget what it was like to work for minimum wage and tips.
The door to his apartment confronted Jack with a pinprick of light passing throug
