New Life?

Working his way through the crowds of the streets, Syrius wondered at his older career. Being a agent of the US government had been good, if a bit of a harsh life. Having to be cold and efficient, leaving behind family and friends... Well, one thing that flickered in his mind's eye the most was a few numbers. Specifically the number eleven and the number seven. They were his numbers, his designation way back when. Delta-Tango One-hundred and seventeen. Kinda strange how that is what he remembered out of all the horrors and miracles he had lived through in his service for the country of the United States of America. Oh well...

Humming to himself as he considered what to do today, the ex-thief decided on simply going with a cup of coffee and a nice sandwich. Maybe delve on old memories, see what he wished to truly do nowadays. Maybe he should get out of this city... Just move on and enjoy a new life? Or maybe he should just stay here and be a honest citizen. Could always be a barista maybe. He loved coffee after all. Shrugging, Syrius walked up to the nearby cafe and took his seat at one of stools at the counter. Ordering a cup of coffee and a turkey club, he tapped his fingers against the granite counter and wondered again about his life. Always running, always on the move... Maybe he should just accept the inevitable and pull the gun on himself? Or just go ahead and start a brand new life, forgetting his older pursuits of thievery and the shadow realm.

Taking the cup slid to him of coffee, he busied himself for a few moments with adding a bit of sugar and cream to the elixir and taking a long sip. Maybe becoming a barista wasn't all that bad of a idea after all. Could be fun to dazzle this town with something new... He had plenty of money after all to do it. Could become the next wave in this damn city of culture and oddness. Make some people give him curious or queer looks while they bought coffee from him. Chuckling at the thought, Syrius also noted the sandwich plopped down unceremoniously in front of him, took it up to take a large bite out of the crudely made sandwich. Though crude, it was still good. Maybe his shop should have sandwiches, breakfast, the whole works... Could be fun as hell to come up with a whole menu and decoration after all. Food for thought, and literally his stomach. Biting into the sandwich again, Syrius dozed into a state of limbo like he always did when seriously thinking on something while munching on the food clutched in his hands.