( To his credit, Gabriel does appear impressed. He always wanted to be a cop, had even considered trying it out for a few years, but ultimately decided against it. Too much risk involved. The government had begun its plans for people like him nearly two decades ago. Round them all up, put them in camps. Mark them as terrorists and no questions were asked. He'd even worked with them for a while but splintered off.

And now here he was. Eating a kid's meal.

He finishes the last couple bites of his pasta, then munches thoughtfully on the nuggets. Flaky, crispy, microwaved. )

Oh, I'm hardly as interesting as you. You've made a name for yourself. Accredited, accolades, reputation. I'm currently drifting. Trying to find my place in the world. I'm sure it's a story as old as time.

( It was an easy mold to fit into. Early thirties, fresh from college, or divorce, or on the flipside, newly married. The stories and lies became easy. )