Nah, I don't fish. Or hunt. The fish market was a bunch of fishermen- real professionals. They went out on their boats and brought back all the fresh fish. It was mainly restaurants who would go there, or people having some celebration. We never bought anything. Sometimes it was more about- [He glances off to the side, again uncomfortable with opening up at all.] ..about spending time together, you know?
[Then he pauses for a second before looking up to her again.] I went through the Academy- Police, most of it. Learned to shoot there.
[He reaches around to the small his back and withdraws the 9mm Walther PPK from the waistband of his pants. The undercover lifts it with his index finger along the barrel, keeping the gun pointed at the ground. It takes no thought for him to follow protocol, a subtle sign of the training he endured. It's a simple gesture, just one to show her that he has the item.]
You should know I have this, if you don't already. [Then he returns it as quickly and smoothly as he drew it.]
action;
[Then he pauses for a second before looking up to her again.] I went through the Academy- Police, most of it. Learned to shoot there.
[He reaches around to the small his back and withdraws the 9mm Walther PPK from the waistband of his pants. The undercover lifts it with his index finger along the barrel, keeping the gun pointed at the ground. It takes no thought for him to follow protocol, a subtle sign of the training he endured. It's a simple gesture, just one to show her that he has the item.]
You should know I have this, if you don't already. [Then he returns it as quickly and smoothly as he drew it.]