from @greenelight: "don't be stupid . . . you know you don't want to kill me. just put the gun down. "
COLOMBIA . THE AIR IS THICK , HUMID , his clothes stick to his body and sweat drips down his temple . the moment is ripe with conflict already — his is a noticeable presence here in this small town , sticking out like quite the sore thumb among the locals as he hunts for his target , but it’s mason greene’s matched presence and his confrontation in his narrow , darkened fishing shanty that turns everything UPSIDE DOWN . sebastian is supposed to be here to collect his rifle from the hidden storage crate in this ABANDONED STRUCTURE ; he’s supposed to retrieve his gun and slip through the streets and jungle paths to find his target’s hidden compound near the waterfall . that’s the goal , the plan , the aim here , but once again he finds himself stopped in his tracks by — ❝ you put yours down first , greene . ❞ though not yet armed with his rifle , sebastian’s sidearm comes in handy at a time like this . he aims it directly at the MI6 agent’s head and challenges him onward . ❝ i don’t put mine down unless you do the same . ❞ narrow eyes . sebastian can’t understand why this rowdy little agent scurries about in all his widespread knowledge and expertise . . . and then ends up here , in the jungle , in a tiny fishing shack with his gun pointed at sebastian moran and his voice taunting , hazardous . ❝ i’m not the stupid one here ; you’re the one getting in the way of me and my target , ❞ sebastian eventually scoffs . once he’s sure mason will lower his gun , sebastian finally does the same . he huffs . ❝ what do you want this time ? more questions about my dad , then ? ❞ a scornful look . mason is always prying . . . but then again , he’s MI6′s expert on TREADSTONE’s most deadly assassin , is he not ? ❝ they really made you come find me here . after you go and interview all my exes for juicy gossip , you’re with me in the goddamned jungle . whatever they’re paying you , it’s not nearly enough . ❞ at last , the faintest smile , paired with a roll of his eyes . ❝ LOOK , i don’t have time to do the whole flirting thing this time , yeah ? i’m too sweaty . place is too goddamn hot for this . ❞ sebastian uses his arm to mop up his brow , and he catches the faintest smile on mason’s lips in the midst of the movement . ❝ fine . ASK YOUR QUESTIONS , but be quick about it . then go run along to your superiors and share your findings . THEN go to your bunk and think of me . ❞ a pointed laugh . ❝ maybe i should interview your exes . will any of them admit you said my name in bed ? ❞ he’s taunting now , and it’s getting TOO excessive . sebastian waltzes over to the hidden crate to retrieve his rifle case . ❝ let’s forget this even happened . go home . get out of the jungle and get some rest . hop on the next plane out of here and just . . . get your arse home , greene . ❞ they’re standing a bit closer than before , what with sebastian’s movement towards the crates , so sebastian gives the enemy agent a good sizing up and down with his eyes before he smirks again . ❝ LOVE THE COLOGNE . was that for me ? you sweet sod , you . you didn’t have to get me anything . ❞ sebastian sets his pistol down on a rickety table near the back door of the shed and shoots mason a wink as he heads outside . ❝ gift for you in return . SAFE TRAVELS BACK HOME TO YOUR MUD HOLE , GREENE . ❞ a salute . ❝ i won’t miss you . ❞
