[ WP ] `` A spy does n't need any gadgets or guns . A great spy only needs to know how to watch . ''

... I shuffled closer to him on the bench 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' I dog eared the book I was reading and ceased only half-listening. 
 
 `` Take that woman with the red turtleneck for example, she's been in that jewelry store for a half hour looking at everything but jewelry.'' I had always thought Greg was his most handsome when he was contemplating something, his strong, chiseled jaw quivered when in thought. `` I will guess she is scoping out security, and has a team coming in soon. She could jus-'' he dove onto the floor, grabbing my silk blouse and taking me down too. 
 
 `` What is going on? Wht did you do that?'' Talk about an awkward date. We met at the CSIS main office and have been seeing each other for month before I had worked up the courage to ask what section he was in. I was just a translator, and he was a mystery. But I could n't utter my next thought due to the unmistakable clatter of gunfire. Greg poked his head over the planter we were now cowered behind. 
 
 `` Well, they did say Edmonton was a target.'' 
 
 `` Who?'' 
 
 `` Sam, it was on the news; ISIS and all that. Radical Islam and blah blah blah.'' He was cocking his Browning 9mm and checking his spare magazines. `` Do you have anything?'' 
 
 `` Spare panties.'' I offer up half joking under another volley of shots and screams. A woman is gunned down a couple of feet from our hiding place, and I almost scream, before a hand covers my mouth. 
 
 `` So that thing about being observant; I knew they would be here, and I knew the woman in the sweater was the watcher. Even terrorists need money, and they will use this attack to cover massing funds. What they need the money for we can only speculate-'' he peeks over the planter and can barely fire before screaming `` RUN!'' And unloading a mag into the moving mass of masked murders. Looking back it may have only been 10 or so. 
 
 We stop in a service hallway where we find a dead security guard. I close his eyes and say a few words while Greg frisks him 
 
 `` He still has his gun.'' He says holding it out to me. I hesitate at first. 
 
 `` Was a lunch date your best way to get into the field for a mission? were you playing the fucking'long CON' with me?'' I am honestly trying to stay calm, even though I handle papers all day I know that you need to be calm to shoot accurately. 
 
 `` I honestly like you, It was just convenient that you wanted to go to West Ed. I figured two birds, one stone. Now, how do we leave?''
