Biocoded Teaser

The covers were sprawled everywhere, and the pillows were discarded to the foot of the bed. A leg hung out over the edge of the bed, appearing out of a lumpy mass present under the sheets. A familiar tune drifted through the air, penetrating the blankets of the bed, and reaching inside a sleepy ear. The second the music was recognized, a person emerged from his blankets. His thick brown hair was matted down in some places, but sticking out randomly in others. He shifted his brown eyes from one end of his socket to the other, scanning his bedroom. The noise continued.
Cautiously, he swung one leg downward, bringing it into contact with the ground. He flattened his foot against the ground and wiggled his toes. Stepping out of bed, he moved swiftly across the room to where the noise was coming form. He reached into a small black bag and produced a communication device from out of it. Satisfied, he brought the device to his ear.
Moments later he was standing out in the rain. It was perfectly dark outside, save a single, flickering lamppost. He wore sunglasses. A long, dark raincoat that he bore, flapped about his feet where the coat ended. Sewn patches of grey were placed at the elbow and shoulder positions on the coat. He rubbed at a little scruffy beard that grew about his chin and cheeks. He had tall elevator boots, which were water-proof, and jet black to match the rest of his apparel. They were buckled tightly over his feet. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't sad. Atop his head stood a worn black hat which came to a firm point at tits top.
His left hand hung motionless at his side. In his right he grasped the dark oak handle of an umbrella. Shooting out of the wood was a silver pole, which extended into the air. Eight tiny prongs reached like spidery fingers out of the pole. The prongs stuck into the webbed fabric of a dark, dark green umbrella. Droplets of rain water dropped out of black, billowing clouds overhead. They made light thuds as they crashed into the umbrella, bounced upward, then came back down, rolling down the fabric to the tip of the umbrella. There, at the edge, they waited for gravity to pull them to the ground with a splat. The pitter-patter of rain was just a mere disinteresting distraction offered by his setting, though.
Without any estranged facial expression, he reached his left arm up in front of him, bending it at a ninety degree angle so that he could view a small silver watch strapped to his wrist. The larger of the hands on the face of the clock directed the wearer's attention toward the tiny twelve, and the smaller hand cast it's point to the three. The clean face of the watch showed a dark reflection of the man wearing it. Looking up, he saw the dark figure of a person coming nearer, up out of the rainy darkness. He dropped his arm back down to his side.
The man and the newcomer exchanged pleasantries, asking about one another's health and welfare. This newcomer had an umbrella of her own. She had a dark blue rain jacket on with a faded white company insignia illegible in the corner. Her jacket was zipped all the way up. The man noticed that she was wearing tight jeans and sneakers, but was more interested--though he did not express it--in how she was masking her face in the darkness of her hood's jacket. He did not know what reason she would have for hiding her identity, but that was not his main concern at this time. It wasn't of particular interest or care to him whether she was in or not.
He reached his hand outward. Rain dripped onto it, forming a small puddle of water in his palm. It appeared as though he took no notice. The woman inhaled, drawing a sharp breath before reaching a hand into her jacket. When her hand came back out, it was grasping a small leather pouch. Slowly, even hesitantly, she reached the bag forward. For a moment she held it above the man's hand. Then she swallowed and loosened her grip on the bag until it had dropped from her possession. The man closed his fist around the pouch and brought his wet hand back into the shelter of his umbrella. He stuffed the bag into the pocket of his coat. Pulling his hand back out and returning it to his side, the woman could see a small lump in his pocket where the bag now was. She ducked her head even lower than it had been before.
The man turned around and disappeared into the darkness, leaving the woman behind him. In turn, the woman looked both ways and retreated to where she, herself, had originated. They both knew what was being created. And though they didn't know it, they'd be seeing each other again real soon as a result of this meeting.
It wasn't raining anymore, but it was still dark outside. The man was here, but several new faces accompanied him. One of these faces stepped forward as a superior to the others. He addressed each of the individuals before him by name. He called for the pouch which was brought forward by the man with sunglasses and a raincoat. Receiving the new pouch, this leader of sorts placed it in his own pocket. Then he gave orders to meet at a mansion up the hill the following day. They'd have to remove some powerful influences from order if they were to pass what they had fought so long for. The man with the dark, dark green umbrella turned and left.