“Sir.” It was with a prim and proper salute the young new recruit addressed Galahad. He stood a good three inches taller than the senior agent and dressed in all black (sharply pressed and tailored suit, shoes buffed to shining perfection that rivalled Merlin’s bald head but let neither men hear that). The suit gave a shadow-like quality about his stature as though he could shimmer into a room unnoticed and left the same way he came. (He could. There was something untapped about this young recruit that only time would deign to tell.)

         “If you’re looking for Merlin, sir, he is currently at a mission brief. Is there anything I can help you with?”

a  british  ambassador  is  the  hitman’s  target ,       sight  lost  so  deeply     [   AND  CONVENIENTLY   ]     in  venus’  luscious  curves .     wick  stands  by  the  other  end  of  the  room ,       the  large  figure  of  athene  the  only  thing  separating  predator  from  unknowing  prey .       gun  sits  hidden  beneath  black  italian  three  -  piece  jacket ,       hands  ready  to  fulfill  given  assignment  at  any  moment .       but  there’s  another  presence  by  the  far  edge  of  his  peripheral  vision .       they  carry  themself  inconspicuously  enough .       still     -----     after  a  certain  time  spent  in  wick’s  profession ,       assassin  is  able  to  detect  the  gentleman’s  intention .        a  brave  one  :       hindering  the  boogeyman  himself .       wouldn’t  initiate  conversation  even  then   /   only  speaks  because  the  other  man  had  made  brief  eye  contact  once ,       and  has  consistently  walked  closer        [   THOUGH  THEY  REMAIN  SEPARATED  BY  SEVERAL  FEET   ]       

expression  carries  a  civility  almost  unbefitting  of  the  situation   ;       devoid  of  aversion ,       but  with  an  underlying  tone  that  clarifies  that  the  gravity  of  circumstance  is  well  understood ,       and  respected .       his  comment     -----     a  mere  guess  at  the  source  of  the  man’s  suit ,       holds  neither  deeper  meaning  nor  knowledge .          ‘     kingsman  ?     ’