29/03/12 @ 09:35pm
■ Jim's ready to go
■ short sorry...
Sebastian stood up and was about to say something when the expression on Jim’s face stopped him cold. The sounds that then issued from the bathroom were not encouraging. Seb didn’t go into the bathroom but instead prepared his duffle bag for the job they had to do, got his jacket ready and put on his holster, slipping the Sig into it carefully his tie was over his shoulders and he thought that he had spent enough time getting ready when he went over to the bathroom, knocked once and opened the door.
“What do you say to visiting the Kremlin and then watching me shoot a man mid-lecture?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe, and crossing his arms.
Jim was standing by this time, teeth brushed, hair combed, shirt smoothed. He was standing, staring at himself in the mirror. He was leaning with one hand on either side of the sink. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, but he was in much better control of himself. He looked at Sebastian in the mirror, smiling slowly.
“Sounds like the perfect way to spend a morning. Get my jacket, won’t you, daaaarling.” He laughed, brushing past the sniper. He trailed his fingers along his torso as he walked by. He grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter, eyes carefully avoiding the food. Eating. He was never eating again.
“Hurry up!” he sang. “We’re going to be late for a murder!”