"C'mon... Let's walk and talk," she nudged her head to the right, a subtle, sharp gesture, and then started walking without waiting for a reply.
Sanji dutifully tagged along, a flicker of relief finally cutting through his exhaustion. He was glad, so incredibly glad, that he was finally being given something worthwhile to do.
What else could give a man peace more than knowing for a fact, that he can provide for those close to him?
He had no inkling what the assignment might be, but this clandestine meeting was already a mile away from the usual routine of passing coded trifles and receiving simple directives while they patrolled in the open.
Yes, those messages were coded, but they were always simple, and wouldn't amount to much if anyone with a curious mind happened to intercept them.
But this? Meeting at a seedy local motel, far from his home and likely just as far from hers, in the cracking, frigid dawn of a 4 a.m. morning, was by no means a milk run.
