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The look he leveled him with was even, his expression impassive.
Where was he going with this? The answer seemed simple enough, and Stefan seemed be one of the more rational men in his service. Gundersen figured he would have settled on an answer to that himself. So, the growing irritation at being questioned made sense in his mind, his fork resting down on the empty plate as he stood. He had figured it best to ignore how accusatory the question was in the first place. For now.
“You was hired to catch a criminal, ja? That is where I am going with this.”
A PART OF HIM HAD EXPECTED WORSE, somehow. Shoulders pulled back and form going just a tad rigid-- Stefan did his best to conceal most of that as the other had shot him that look before bringing himself up. Offending the man with that well intended ‘inquiry’ was but inevitable, really. Not with how things were going. Not when he wasn’t the sort to just stand by and blindly follow orders.
And yet, that option had remained there the whole time. He could have very well kept his mouth shut. Could have kept things simpler for himself. So much simpler. Especially when working alongside someone like this. THE SWEDE- no pun intended, was nothing but the calculating sort. Not a fella one would have wanted to sit down at the bar with after a hard day’s work, that’s for sure. And yet, here he was, sitting right across from him as he had his meal for the day.
“... Of course, sir. That’s all there is to it, isn’t it?”
