[ he blinks, a little surprised at being told off for thinking of leaving. it wasn't something he was exactly expecting. but at the request and the comment he grins a little, amused at the throwback to the promise made in the snow, nods his agreement. ] Sounds good to me.
[ he settles back on the wall, eyes going back out to the horizon as his hands clasp together, twiddling his thumbs as he considers how to start. hums softly to himself. ] The beginning, eh? All right...
[ so he starts from the beginning. hiring drake for the job with him and chloe, infiltrating the museum in the dead of night, making their way to the lamp. finding the map and figuring out what it meant, and - where their memories start to split - heading to chloe and the getaway van together. how an alarm had rung out in the middle of it, putting them on overdrive to avoid getting caught, how they'd barely made it back to chloe.
how she'd taken the map from them and sped off, leaving them at the mercy of the security, letting them rot in a prison for three months.
sully and chloe bailing them out, the initial distrust, infiltrating lazarevic's camp in borneo to get at the journals. (and a brief pause to express indignation at the replacement lazaveric had hired for him, because really, what was he thinking the man couldn't find his own ass with two hands.) escaping to nepal, the debacle with lazaveric and jeff and chloe being taken away, how he and nate had gone on the train to find her and the explosive end that'd taken.
he claps his hands together when he's finished, spreading them out in a shrug. ] And that's how I remember it. You may notice the lack of me ever pointing a gun at you.
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[ he settles back on the wall, eyes going back out to the horizon as his hands clasp together, twiddling his thumbs as he considers how to start. hums softly to himself. ] The beginning, eh? All right...
[ so he starts from the beginning. hiring drake for the job with him and chloe, infiltrating the museum in the dead of night, making their way to the lamp. finding the map and figuring out what it meant, and - where their memories start to split - heading to chloe and the getaway van together. how an alarm had rung out in the middle of it, putting them on overdrive to avoid getting caught, how they'd barely made it back to chloe.
how she'd taken the map from them and sped off, leaving them at the mercy of the security, letting them rot in a prison for three months.
sully and chloe bailing them out, the initial distrust, infiltrating lazarevic's camp in borneo to get at the journals. (and a brief pause to express indignation at the replacement lazaveric had hired for him, because really, what was he thinking the man couldn't find his own ass with two hands.) escaping to nepal, the debacle with lazaveric and jeff and chloe being taken away, how he and nate had gone on the train to find her and the explosive end that'd taken.
he claps his hands together when he's finished, spreading them out in a shrug. ] And that's how I remember it. You may notice the lack of me ever pointing a gun at you.