#leclerq

[rudolphsb9]

So....

Antoine knows Dr. Litvenko

He calls Litvenko “Petya.” Which is a Russian diminutive of Piotr, or Peter (Litvenko’s first name).

And Litvenko spoke Russian among others.

And at the time he was born the Ukraine was part of the Soviet Block (having become part of the USSR in 1922; and backwards math shows Litvenko to be born in 1943).

So yeah.

IDK how (but presumably through his research or w/e), but they know each other. And it makes fucking sense.

Excuse me

[internalbodyarmor]

@barrytheintern

The calendar said February the 14th. Some of the American transfers decorated their workspaces red and pink, with hearts and streamers and balloons and flowers. There was that one lonely sod that went to the men’s room to cry every five minutes, and John strongly suspected he’d been working his way, solo, through a bottle of rosé champagne he bought himself. Spendy.

On the opposite end of the spectrum was that lady in the corner, on the phone with her boyfriend working the “you hang up first” “no you hang up first” routine like it was going out of style.

Finally he reached the door to Antoine’s office, and the two flanking guards nodded to him. He nodded back, and one opened the door. John briefly thought back to the shitshow that had ensued the last time he was asked to identify himself and be scanned, and shuddered. Yeah, perhaps best not to have a repeat of that experience.

The guard opened the door, and John stepped inside. The office was an entirely different world, smelling very faintly of whatever fancy cologne Antoine had decided to wear that morning and little else, and but for the sounds of the desk, utterly quiet. “Morning, Mr. Chairman,” John said. Hey, it flowed a lot easier to him than “Mr. LeClerq”, and he didn’t feel they new each other enough yet for him to start officially calling the man Antoine anywhere but his thoughts.

[internalbodyarmor]

@barrytheintern

(via barrytheintern; LeClerq) DONT

John blinked, and took in the older man. He didn’t seem like very much, especially compared to John himself, and John attributed it to his own surprise that, while on his way out the door to clock out for the day and shift to the OTHER half of his duties (protecting LeClerq at his home), LeClerq pinned him to the office wall in desperation.

“I...I’m...I’m coming back,” John said. “I always do this, leave for like five minutes and then come right back, and I can’t think of a single reason why today would be any different.”

[internalbodyarmor]

@barrytheintern

He glanced somewhat tentatively at the two guards flanking him as he followed a third up a long series of steps leading from the last floor the public elevator got off at, and what he’d heard called many things: the Citadel, the Ivory Tower, the Throne Room. All many and varied names for one thing and one thing only: the Chairman’s office.

It was said of the Chairman that one did not see his face unless you were one of his bodyguards, or specifically summoned. He didn’t even hire or fire, and if he did it was by the phone in that hi-tech desk of his.

The troupe of four reached the guards standing at the door to the office, and one pressed a button on the intercom, asking for entry for “their man, the one fresh out of the lab”.

He couldn’t help but blink. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to have a name yet, but he should probably think of one.

After a moment the guard opened the door, and the men around him stepped to the side, allowing him entry into the Inner Sanctum. At a loss for what to do, he simply stood just inside the doorway, waiting to be acknowledged.

[rudolphsb9]

wintersummer--3232 killergirlfuria musadellamusica sugarshai sugarcoffeecup / gshnlng i-eat-your-pancakes dianaburnwood i-do-as-i-want etc.

OK for some reason LeClerq’s line “You stay with me, you protect me!” popped into my head this morning and apparently I’m operating on little sleep because I now definitely see some possibility for shipping LeClerq and Salty (AKA John Smith).

musadellamusica I am so sorry.

[marvinborisch]

Such an awesome music concept!

[marvinborisch]

3rd August

[marvinborisch]