This is anything from his first foray into close quarters combat. From a young age other people under the employ of the gangster that pulled Wylan’s string had tested him, poking at his anger, slapping at his hands, beating at his arms and disarming him. Camus is far from what they were capable of. But so too is Wylan now.
The bullet discharged from the chamber whizzes past the other’s neck, perhaps cutting a few errant strands (should such things exist) on their head. A moment sooner and you can only imagine what the result would have been. The frustration and reaction Wylan feels doesn’t show on his features, the same dry expression of focus and morbid intent persisting as he follows through with the attack. Free hand draws a knife from his waist, twisting and swinging upwards towards the throat.
That too, ends up being caught by his employer, and it’s only then that Wylan relents in what had been very much a killing intent. Tensed and coiled muscles relax, and even his eyes lose that incredibly rare fire that had just been scorching behind dark emerald hues.
“….same to you. So now what?”
“You’re still hired.” He states drily, dusting off his shoulder -- his brow raises slightly as he notices the few loose strands on it -- irked, one might say, if the minuscule twitch is noticed at all. He takes good care of his hair. A perfectionist in all fields, even something minor as a few uneven cut strands of hair are enough to bother him -- he will make an appointment with a hairdresser as soon as he can.
Maybe that’s why he doesn’t answer Wylan’s question directly. He still needs to test the man’s wit too, after all. Camus isn’t one to work with partners. If Wylan is too foolish, he will want to get rid of him. If he’s too sharp, Camus will feel uneasy, uncertain in his steps, because no matter how clever someone is; he cannot trust anyone. The more intelligent one is, the more of an asset he is; the more of a danger he poses.
He suspects Wylan Rechtur -- or whatever the man’s true name is -- will be... a significant threat.
“Surely you’re clever enough to deduce some things by yourself -- so, attempt to reconstruct the facts on your own. I will fill in the blanks where appropriate.” And leave out what he can, too, of course.
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