#sanatoris

Rule number one when it comes to doing that James Bond shit? Don't touch your ear and make it obvious you're bugged.

"Da, he is pretty, no?"

Rule number one when it comes to DARCY doing that James Bond shit? Pretend you're annoyed with your stupid headphones for not fitting into your ears correctly and occasionally mutter to yourself about it and pull it from your ear to glare at the thing like maybe looking angry enough will scare it into compliance.

"Babulya, you're such a sucker for good hair. That's all it is- ugh this THING keeps falling OUT of my ear-"

Somewhere just behind this park is a cafe and a blonde with two dobermans flanking her seat. She is sipping her coffee and flipping through an issue of Vogue ... and smiling at the way Darcy keeps calling her Babulya, even though by all appearances she is at best ten years older than her great grand-daughter.

In the park, Miss James Bond herself (or is she Ethan Hunt? Hm. Jack Ryan??) is watching a man the two of them have been tracking for weeks now. Well, LESS obvious than that because her eyes never linger too long. Hello, she may be a shit spy but she has been scoping out hot guys since the third grade.

Darcy knows how to play it cool.

"Perhaps I am. Pretty as he is that is indeed our target. Ah, what are you doing lapochka?"

"I just want to be sure--" famous last words, she's tugging free the shoelaces of her right shoe.

This is how Darcy ends up practically flat on her face before @sanatoris, shoelaces the most obvious culprit of her dramatic prat fall to engage the enemy.

Caine clicks his tongue. "You know you and Kinger are my favourites. The three of us have been through a lot. You've seen me develop, I've watched the pair of you change." His tone shifts now, becoming softer. "I miss the good ol' days. Don't you? The days before...everyone here became..." Gloved hands scrunch up. He's holding back. "Not fun."

[Insulting to the player...Recalculating.]

"But, you don't need to concern your little head about that." A nervous laughs escapes his teeth. "What-What can I do you for? What's on your mind?"

@sanatoris

Amelia didn't think she had ever run faster, but the sprint to the door felt like an entire lifetime. Everything she had been working for, peace and retribution, was just on the other side. Her hands are sticky with blood, so she doesn't bother to grab the handle, kicking the door wide open not to waste a single moment. She barges over the threshold, wild eyes scanning the room, looking for the monster that haunted her every waking moment.

But there was no familiar face ⸻ just a pretty one, unscathed, attached to a beaten, and bloody body. This was the last room. This was where he was supposed to be. ❝ No ⸻ ❞ Amelia practically chokes on her desperation, circling the stranger in the chair, looking for any sign of her quarry, as if he would suddenly appear.

Still  ...  that  bastard  Roman's  got  old  Felix  in  a  bind  here  .  They'll  be  watching  closely  .

‘ don’t worry, i’ll get it. ’ <33

Perhaps she's been pushing herself too much as of recent, the lack of proper sleep and a rising fever leaving her a bit weakened, trying to reach for something on a higher shelf that she has to force herself to pause at, both hands resting atop the counter for support. In such situations, she would have called Bouncer to come to her home, help her out where he could, but he was occupied with his own situation in the moment.

It's a relief when he reaches up and grabs the box of green tea from the shelf, huff of a breath escaping her near stubbornly.

"I could have gotten it. . .I just needed a moment. . ."