❛ at least the suits still fit. ❜ black on noir, a fitting shade for such HARBINGER / ( weren’t they all wraiths of a differing shade ?). suitcase in tow, offered to him in fluid motion welcoming gift of sorts. ❛ continental lost and found. i took the liberty of having it cleaned. ❜ tools of their trade, securely fastened.
people tend to expect the tired old story of the retired assassin letting themselves go after growing too comfortable. not him, though. not john. no, john has always remained sharp as a knife, keeping himself physically fit enough to defend both him & his wife against anybody that might look to harm them.
from that, a new darkness was born within him. but he isn’t an evil man – he considers that a matter of perspective, though.
one hand reaches out to intercept the case, bringing it back to his side. “ is there someone i should be thanking? “ from his tone, it’s clear to tell that he’s asking whom he owes now – since everything has a price. “ you, maybe? “
