Taystee Diner, New Gotham, Tuesday afternoon

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Priestly wasn't generally the sort to call out from a shift without being, like, dead or recovering therefrom (it was a little sad that he knew that about himself), but he'd've been sorely tempted to, today. As it was, most of the staff had commented that he looked "like shit on toast, dude" and a few customers had politely asked for a different server.

Yeah, it was the best day ever.

He tried not to rub at his eyes as he looked over the diner, keeping an eye out for one customer in particular and trying not to obviously look at the other customers who should be scattered about, laying low and ready to jump in if things went terribly.

He was not cut out for this sneaky stuff. After this, he was going somewhere where he didn't have to be sneaky at all for awhile.

[ooc: for plot buddies!]

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"This is a comms check. Team one, you in position?"

"Roger, Lieutenant." Two plainclothes cops were inside the Taystee Diner, studiously eating a basket of fries. "Eyes on protectee."

"Team two, report."

"West exit covered, sir." In a car in the alley, two police officers were waiting in an unmarked car.

"I have the entrance, along with my back-up." Reese gave Dinah, standing next to him across the street, a warning look. "Wait for my signal before going. Target has been spotted down the street. Acknowledge."

"Copy."

"Copy."

Dinah glared at him and folded her arms, then mouthed 'copy.'

Reese rolled his eyes. "Stand by for target, ETA two minutes."

... as Harley Quinn approached the diner, mouth set in a grim line.

Dinah touched her Barbara-made comm. "Hang in there, Priestly," she whispered.