Maggie thought there was a bit of hesitation, but couldn't tell if it was from her quickfiring or Mr. Smith figuring out if the specified location worked for him. She put her brakes on this time, though, and waited for his answers. She latched onto the part about picking the crucial documents up "later".<br/><br/>"I know a security guard at the mall. They're not working today, but if you think it sound, maybe you could hand the documents over to security, saying it's something for him. They'll put it in his locker and he'll be able to retrieve them tomorrow. I can have him let them know you're coming so they won't think anything suspicious about it, and I can be at the mall in roughly an hour. Public transit willing."<br/><br/>So now she was definitely involving another person, and a loved one, as the security guard she knew was none other than her husband. Except Maggie felt more comfortable with this involvement than playing the Ria card. For one thing, Michael wouldn't be the one directly dealing with this person. And anybody else to whom these documents might pertain, would expect Mr. Smith, likely, to go to his *own* security. Randomly giving something to mall security would look a puzzle, not a red flag.<br/><br/>Plus, there was the fact that Maggie wasn't one to work a story and leave Michael in the dark.<br/>He was a super trustworthy individual. Any story she worked on, even if she didn't get his physical assistance, he knew about and often at least provided another opinion or perspective on. He'd know about this one way or the other and if it was higher on the risk scale, would likely involve himself anyway. Not in a pushy way. More of an escort service if Maggie had to go places more shady than the mall. And in a level-headed way if Maggie was leaping before she looked.<br/><br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Maggie arrived at the computer cafe just a little later than she would've preferred, but near as she could tell with a quick visual scan around, she was the first to arrive. Leastwise, she didn't notice anybody who seemed particularly intent on meeting with somebody. Everyone there seemed rather content in what they were doing - surfing the net, enjoying a beverage or a baked snack. Mr. Smith could've been good at appearing cool of course, but somehow Maggie thought he wouldn't be<em>that</em>that, given his disposition over the phone and the apparent gravity of things. But hey, people could always surprise you.<br/><br/>Maggie chose a seat at a counter that ran along one wall. Most of the other patrons occupied the tables, not the counter. It seemed the less popular spot which meant the best one for this sort of meeting.<br/><br/>Using a trick she picked up over her years as an unperceived, Maggie set her *carrier bag on the stool and instead of sitting, stood beside it - strap still over her arm. This way the seat would appear occupied, and if anybody attempted to make off with her bag, they'd get a surprise.<br/><br/>She took out the smaller of her two notebooks, and a pen, and waited.<em>She</em>-though collected- certainly appeared like she was waiting for somebody, for those who could see her, and kept her eyes on the entryway for the subject in question, whether or not they could.<br/><br/><strong>*(A/N: A "mechanic" of Maggie's invisibility that I forgot to mention: if she's holding items -or wearing them- they're invisible with her. Think of it like they come under her "field" of invisibility. In this case the bag is now visible since she set it down on the chair, but her notepad and pen would be invisible with her, not like floating in space. A couple posts back when she tripped and dropped her cell, her cell would've been "suddenly" on the ground, and then "suddenly" not there anymore -once she picked it up- to a non-perceiver).</strong>