#coda.start

[klaraxblom]

klara could feel the world spinning around her. she saw him, she knew she saw him. her father. he was supposed to be dead, she saw him shot right before her eyes. but there he was standing in the window of a shop just staring at her. observing her, like he used to do. memories rushed back to her about her childhood, ones she tried to forget about him and everything that happened. her knees almost buckled out from under her as she tried to make it back to the hotel. she ducked into an alleyway right next to their hotel in an attempt to catch her breath. but no matter how many deep breaths she took she still felt dizzy. her heart was still racing. finally, she gave in, sinking to the ground as she tried to control her breathing and the tears welling up in her eyes.

[codename-fugue]

If Mortimer had the time for that sort of thing, he’d spare a thought to feel sorry for the person that had gotten stuck rooming with him in the hotel. Five minutes after he’d gotten in the door, he’d immediately started taking over the entire room and every available flat surface. Techspreading, one might say. Gadgets, gizmos, stray spare electronic parts, what looked like a switchboard jacked into the hotel phone, wires, papers, and in the middle of it all: a Faberge egg seated neatly in the midst of the chaos.

Luckily for him, when he popped his head out of the room door, another agent was passing by. “Psst,” Mortimer whispered. “Can I grab some help? Need an extra set of hands.”

He closed the door quickly behind them, and didn’t have the grace to look even remotely apologetic about the state of the room or himself. Smudged glasses, a t-shirt that had seen better days, not bothering to hide his prosthetic in any way (today’s forearm plate bore a particularly magnificent looking airbrushed wizard in purple robes, while a second wizard in significantly skimpier robes looked dashing in the background). “You’re not busy, yeah? I just need, well,” Mortimer gestured with his flesh-and-blood hand at the dragon’s hoard. Something in the pile made a ping noise. “Bit of a two person job, handling the egg.”

[klaraxblom]

dark eyes scanned over the hotel room they had been set up at. “well...it isn’t the worst place i’ve ever stayed at for a job. actually pretty nice.” the assassin mused. “i guess there are some benefits for trying to infiltrate a fancy party.”

[fromwaxwings]

          all that bobby had wanted since joining this mission was to take charge. he’d long said that an american should be at the forefront of this mission, after all it was his people that were at risk if the russians were to succeed. still, that hadn’t prepared him for the reality of it all. 

          levi was no longer the team leader. 

          bobby should have been ecstatic. he was thrilled, of course, he’d practically jumped up and down when agent feng had called him, but a seedling of doubt had buried itself in his stomach on the night that they’d learned henry was the rat. he’d seen just how important levi was to the team, how he had been the one to make the hard decisions and how he’d stayed calm despite it all (at least until the end). and in truth? bobby had developed just an inkling of respect for him. hell, he’d felt almost... almost like he fuckin’ liked the guy. 

          great. it was just like levi to make him doubt himself, even after he’d just won. bobby sat at the front of the plane, going over a few, last minute, briefing documents before they deplaned in crete. fuck all. he thought to himself. what if he wasn’t ready for this? “aw hell,” he huffed, “guess it’s bad practice to drink, huh?” he asked, more to himself than anyone else, and closed the briefing documents. 

[fromwaxwings]

          quite frankly, bobby was insulted that he hadn’t been asked to don a stripper costume himself. the girls looked great, he certainly wasn’t denying that, but he’d be a lot more at home showing off his body than trying to keep his eyes down while all of the beautiful women and their oh-so-intriguing (and cash heavy) clients oogled them and made suggestive comments. some people got to have all the fun... “you know,” he murmured, half teasing when his nearest teammate was within earshot, “all this wall flower shit is startin’ to bruise my ego. it’s in my contract that i need constant attention. preferably positive, but i’ll take anything i can get at this point.” he gave them a sideways glance, a smirk settling across his features. “wanna give me a hand? some flattering words, perhaps?”

[klaraxblom]

“i can’t say i’m the biggest fan of sitting around doing nothing when someone was shot a couple rooms away.” klara said as she assembled and disassembled the small hand gun on the table. she needed to concentrate and the mindless task of putting together the gun she had done countless times helped. “if it has something to do with us we should know.”