"Oi, Jock. What yeh been up to? Ain't seen yeh sniffin' around lately an' I was startin' t' worry." Percy casually picked his nose with his pinky as he waited for an answer, but he didn't seem to be really too fussed either way.
"Percy, my friend." Jacques briefly flicked his gaze over the other man, giving a small smile and eye roll to the usual uncouth nature of this Sniper. "I was on temporary transfer for a mission. It feels nice to be settling back in, though. You doing alright?"
"Eh, I'm all right. Finally startin' t' warm up a bit. ...Surprised you're still around. Figured yeh would've found some fancy French dancer an' run off to Morocco under a fake name." He yawned, pulling his coat tighter against the chill. "You're crazy enough t' sign on for another stretch huh?"
"Morocco's not really my speed." He snorted. "No, no, I actually quite enjoy my work. The travel, the thrill.. I was in a rut for so long, but I'm good at what i do." Jacques adjusted his tie, loosening it just slightly before leaning back. "I could say the same about you. Figured you'd be out in some creek or the middle of nowhere with water property and some quiet."
"Unfortunately, that kinda land don't come cheap. Besides, food's free an' I get paid t' kill a bunch of bloody wankers with big heads. It's way better'n poachin' emus." He yawned again, then shook himself aggressively to try to wake himself up. "Seein' anybody lately?"












