It was difficult to explain, but Nezumi was not quite what Jay had been expecting. In emails Nezumi had expressed the same verbal mannerisms that he seemed to utilize vocally. He spoke the way he wrote, in clear, clinical observations. But there was something altered in the rest. Some lack. It went beyond jet-lag - it wasn't any form of exhaustion, per say, though he certainly seemed dead-beat. The difference was something harder - a strain over his expressions that hadn't been expected. Jay wondered if it was just the awkwardness of jumping off into a foreign country, meeting your admittedly-sort-of-threatening new coworker, and then immediately having to be introduced to Parker and sent out on a job right next after that. Any kind of strain at the moment could certainly be chalked up to that, anyway. Either way, he'd have to get past whatever that was and the jet-lag for what they were about to do, so hopefully the whole weird edge to the situation wouldn't even last long enough to be dwelt on.
They rounded around the prison and came down another slope. This time their high rise was only a little ways away - the street above them was the one that connected to the door, a very thin line of metal darting out from the above road not too high above them. Jay pulled into a small refueling station lot across the way and parked near the back, swinging out of the car and stretching before heading to the back, popping open the trunk with a wave of Parker's bracelet and beginning to sort through their supplies.
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