❛ if you believe it to be best, stay here. ❜ caden cox had considerably influences in blackpool, reigning higher than whatever assassins circuit they were both involved in ( one more detrimental than the other ) / she could not say, with any amount of certainty, whether or not he would be completely away from liability there. those that they had called colleagues were of the most resourceful in the world / caden was not in the position to begin to consider whether or not he had more allies apart from her. she watched him as he began to pack his things away, neglecting to do the same in exchange for a MOMENT of observation / scowl uglied usually pristine features.
❛ where do you see this ending, john ? ❜ a fair question / he couldn’t outrun them all forever. he couldn’t kill everyone that came. he was but one man, one prone to exhaustion. caden was not sure how long she could operate at his side without being exposed.
❛ do we run away together ? some private island and drink from the coconuts ? ❜
being a detail oriented man, he systematically checks his person & the care package she’s brought him to ensure everything is prepared for his departure. hands dip into each pocket, quick & efficient as he locates both his keys & pocket knife. then he reaches out for the unmistakably gelid steel of the handgun on the counter. wick balances the firearm in his hands, getting a feel for the weight & quickly aiming down the sights at the lamp in the corner of the room, testing ergonomics. once he’s got a feel for how he’ll be handling the gun, he hastily moves to holster it. but when she poses her question, his movements slow to a thoughtful crawl. barrel pointed down, the sig sauer slips quietly into it’s home.
john has no delusions of grandeur. he doesn’t possess a god complex, either, knowing perfectly well that anyone of these people could kill him at any time. but his focused is unmatched – so long as he keeps his eye on the ball & manages expectations along with confidence, he should be able to adjust accordingly, & eventually come out the victor. but even then, he knows this life doesn’t end in peace.
nobody lets the devil rest in peace.
“ you know the answer to that. “
john replies quietly, voice low & hoarse. no, they won’t be escaping to an idyllic island with polynesians. death, he means to imply, is how he sees it ending. “ but before that, “ he adds,
