The piece ended on a solemn note–- but before the low timbre even faded, the sudden loud clapping shattered the heavy atmosphere, promptly alerting Ben to glance back at the unanticipated spectator. Pale blue eyes, already wide in surprise, grew even larger at the towering body clad in armor, that took up entirely the entrance of the hallway.
His booming, jeering voice effectively froze the blood in his veins; in that instance, Ben knew exactly who that man was– why he was here. But now wasn’t the time to surrender to panic. He’d always find a way to bring himself back to a state of resilient composure. He issued a slow exhale through his nose, intense eyes trained on the other as he carefully evaluated the situation.
‘You must be Martin Keamy. Can’t say it’s a pleasure meeting you, but I’d rather we STAY and have a chat.’
his face darkened at the mention of his name. if linus knew his name, that meant there was a mole on the freighter. he’d deal with that later. shoving the thought aside, keamy took in the unassuming man seated at the piano.
❝ you know who i am, then you know WHY i’m here. and the thing is, i didn’t come all this way just to chat. ❞
keamy took a few deliberate steps into the room towards ben. ❝ so why don’t you make things easier on yourself and COME WITH ME. ❞ his grip tightened on the gun, finger resting against the trigger. ❝ i don’t want anyone to get hurt here. ❞
