+ //Don't worry - she'll recover
+ //Not that she'll ever let him know it registered at all
+ //And I don't mind doing it if you like
+ //Since Seb's the one going in
He held up the SHEILD issue gun and smiled “unlike when I was young and you were hot, I now have a very acute sense of control.”
He breathed in and out slowly, attention off her and to the gate. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when it opened, but knowing Americans, knowing that the shit they dabbled in was more than just bad voodoo, left him prepared for the notion that this wasn’t your usual with possession.
Natasha rolls her eyes, leaning back against the wall. “The only thing that’s changed is you’re old, Moran. I’ll be next door. You know the drill if you need anything. Shooting yourself in the foot might be enough to get my attention." With that, she’s off to the observation room.
The agent sits in the tightly enclosed room, smirking to himself. Easy. So easy. There are too few of them, far too little for what is in his mind. Petty, pathetic humans. Here comes one now. Oh, the fun. He needs a little snack.
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Sebastian checked to make sure that his weapon was loaded, and the safety removed. He wasn’t allowed to kill it, but he...
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Natasha rolls her eyes, leaning back against the wall. “The only thing that’s changed is you’re old, Moran. I’ll be next...