[The laughter annoys Slevin, even when he realizes it's not ridicule but actual pleasure. This is not a laughing situation, nor is it one he likes in the least.
Realigning the gun on Cassel's chest, he breathes out and considers his options again, tries to make his brain work like it should. To follow the paths of logic, all of them, and find the catch here. Find what Cassel's plan is.
But he says he doesn't have a plan. He says he needs Slevin's help. And while Slevin has never been ashamed of what he chose to do with the majority of his life, though he knows himself for a killer, he has also never forgotten that he can choose not to be, and he did. He's forgotten the exact color of her hair, which brand of toothpaste she uses, but he will never forgot that he chose her over being a hired killer. He cannot, if he ever wants to see her again and still be able someone she could love.
Swearing under his breath, he drops the rifle from his shoulder, and he backs out of his makeshift blind. No need to give it away to anyone else watching, not when his strategy depends on him covering this particular stretch of land. Maybe Cassel is drawing him out for Bucky.
Maybe.
When next he appears, it's from beside the furthest outlying building of the city, and it is unsmiling and silently, standing and watching from beneath dirty and too-long hair with hard eyes set in hollow features and bruised cheeks.]
Spam you got it
Realigning the gun on Cassel's chest, he breathes out and considers his options again, tries to make his brain work like it should. To follow the paths of logic, all of them, and find the catch here. Find what Cassel's plan is.
But he says he doesn't have a plan. He says he needs Slevin's help. And while Slevin has never been ashamed of what he chose to do with the majority of his life, though he knows himself for a killer, he has also never forgotten that he can choose not to be, and he did. He's forgotten the exact color of her hair, which brand of toothpaste she uses, but he will never forgot that he chose her over being a hired killer. He cannot, if he ever wants to see her again and still be able someone she could love.
Swearing under his breath, he drops the rifle from his shoulder, and he backs out of his makeshift blind. No need to give it away to anyone else watching, not when his strategy depends on him covering this particular stretch of land. Maybe Cassel is drawing him out for Bucky.
Maybe.
When next he appears, it's from beside the furthest outlying building of the city, and it is unsmiling and silently, standing and watching from beneath dirty and too-long hair with hard eyes set in hollow features and bruised cheeks.]