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Landslide | Chapter 84 | I Am No Hero

"I'm not their hero, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't brave. I never walked the party line, but that doesn't mean that I was never afraid. I'm not your hero, but that doesn't mean we're not one and the same."

― Sara Quin

The silent agent walked a few yards behind Bachrach, watching his every move, every person he talked to, every time he seemed to turn his eyes from the path the stretched in front of him and off towards another direction.

How could he act so casual?

Walk around with proud strides, as if nothing had happened at the airport in Romania?

He couldn't remove his name from the world, and he figured if fateful Agent Mortem couldn't, Fidel, back in the car, could be the one to. Agent Mortem felt his lip curl as Bachrach gave a smile towards a few gentlemen moving down the street. Those men would continue on down the road without having known they had just walked past a madman and his accomplice by his side. And Agent Mortem would stay quiet, unable to say much without having Bachrach breathing down his neck.

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AND WE’RE BACK! after 3 weeks of school being chaotic af (and alas my chem exam today was just absolutely wild, no avoiding that) i FINALLY have time to update landslide! this chapter has been sitting in the drafts for ages i stg, but with the school the way it was, there was just straight up no time. but today, i am forcefully making that time work into my schedule bc i am exhausted from school lmao. SO, enjoy this landslide chapter! and if you can’t tell from the snippet, we have some more mortem backstory coming our way!! happy reading! <3

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i will not speak of your sins, excerpt

landslide — band of brothers

can i interest anyone in an agent mortem snippet + sneak peak into his ‘own’ background before becoming mentor to natia? 👀

" Sevastopol will play out as a game of cat and mouse." Bachrach muttered from his chair as he began to scrawl a few sloppy written words on a sheet of yellow paper," Of course, in your case, Agent Mortem, cats and mouse more likely per say, but that shall not deter you from you ulterior motive in this civil war." Agent Mortem glanced up with a steely cold gaze and offered a grimace rather than a nod in his direction.

" Why does the Ml6 then require my presence within the confines of a civil war in another nation?" Agent Mortem asked," Getting out of the Great War with all of our fingers and toes as a nation the best we could seemed enough." Bachrach chuckled, his voice low and like gravel, glancing with his dark brown eyes over at the Agent of Death sat perched with a stiff back, starched and pressed clean clothing, blood and dirt having been erased by his own hand, and the uneasy presence of thick tension wafted in like a morning breeze along the shore of Wales.

" You have potential, Agent Mortem, and potential is what they look for. You've been able to pick up on Russian quite easily and I must say, you lie to me quite well even when not involved in war." Bachrach chuckled to himself," That with a mix of your capabilities of espionage and weaponry handling, it seemed to seal the deal for the most part. The undercover work is what you will find will come easily. Minus the collection of information part. Especially in Russia. It is no easy feat to enter a land such as that and come out with your head and rather not something of either prize or money painted like a target upon the back."

Katharine Hepburn photographed by Ernest Bachrach (1932)