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[moazhao]

she asks,  how can you live with that?  and he answers,  by saving your life.

[conziergearch]

ARCTIC BIOSYSTEMS RESEARCH FACILITY,  GREENLAND.   11:42 AM. ――   @nuseven​

the sky stretches almost in the same shade of the glaciers bordering on clouds,   behind the sharp silhouette of the perpetual ice.   the sound of approaching footfall echoes through the walls into his spacious office :   seemingly a sign of academic decadence,   but given his near endless working hours and the absence of any space to truly retreat,   the room shrinks until it’s just him in front of a wide window and a busy desk on which he keeps his laboratory notebooks.   there’s impatience in the movement,   audible long before the door to his office opens and daniel gives him an apologetic look.   he waves it away,   offers his guest the same tired smile he offers anyone irrational enough to undertake the long journey.     “ mr keen, ”     he greets,   hand extended.   he’s got warm palms,   slightly calloused,   and smelling of disinfectant.     “ i’m impressed,  susan hargrave is not exactly known to just hand out expensive equipment.   she must like you very much. ”     in the distance behind his shoulders,   the helicopter that brought his guest to the research facility lifts off again to bring its pilot and crew back to the capital further south.   ten hours,   that was the deal.   anything below that margin is needlessly complicated and requires an excess of resources ;   anything above it means too much interference with his work.   he observes tom with calculating eyes,   they’re brown and warm and catch the slightest of imperfections.   slowly,  hiroshi walks over to his desk.

“ i admit i was not entirely honest during our exchange.   jan called me prior to your request for a personal meeting. ”     hand outstretches and takes hold of a teapot.   the scent of green tea fills the air when he pours two cups.     “ i understand your curiosity,   i am after all a scientist.   but your…   quest for the truth has led you down a rabbit hole,  tom.   jan uhlich is part of the cabal.   in your naive attempts of finding out the truth about gennadiy zakharchenko,   you raised questions.  for the past forty years,   i tried to keep the cabal from even considering her a potential candidate so she could do what i couldn’t.   and now you’ve sicced the dogs on her.   velov,   the cabal…   was it worth it? ”

[conziergearch]

           photographs found in a first edition copy of the queen of the damned,   gifted to gennadiy m. zakharchenko by an unknown american during the aacr’s gene regulation and oncogenes conference in chatham,  massachussets,  1988.   the book is found among other dusty items in one of rr’s safe houses.

[proifiler]

MEME        :        hey,    look    at    me.    i’m    listening.    you    can    tell    me    anything.

𝚢𝚘𝚞            𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝            𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙            𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐             with            the            devil            and            ask            why            you’re            still            in            hell.            and            she            half            wonders,            is            he?            the            devil            she’s            dancing            with?            he            couldn’t            be,            right?            LOOK            AT            HIM.            it’s            him.            it’s            tom.            her            husband.            she            knows            him.            knows            him            like            no            other.            and            yet            .  .  .            it            feels            wrong.            it’s            like            her            instincts            her            telling            her            he’s            lying            to            her.            keeping            secrets            from            her.            because            what            about            the            passports?            the            money            she            found?            but            what            if            it            wasn’t            his?            what            if            someone            planted            it?            so            many            questions,            such            little            time.            she            wants            to            tell            him.            tell            him            everything.            every            little            thought            that            explores            through            that            little            mind            of            hers.            instead,            the            agent            smiles            it            away,            giving            her            head            a            little            shake            before            she            closes            the            distance,            two            slender            arms            wrapped            around            his        neck.            ❛            i            know.            i            do.            and            i            love            you            for            that.            but            i’m            fine,            really.            you            have            nothing            to            worry            about.            ❜

[conziergearch]

BERLIN AIRPORT, JAN 4th ;   9:40 AM , ――   @nuseven​

                    she keeps her word :   the airport is hardly crowded when he arrives,   the expression on olive feature too indifferent to be considered a smile when she picks him up as promised.     “ mr. bronner, ”     dialect is immaculate upon greeting.   she’s lived here a long time ago ――   the ease with which she navigates through the airport shows.   still,  reddington did his finest in almost prying her composure apart ;   nobody likes being the harbinger of bad news,   and even less when the tone between the agent clad in the dress suit of the german armed forces and the concierge’s former asset has been cold to begin with.   a suit carrier is offered,   in it :   anthracite fabric   &   head nods towards the men’s bathroom nearby.     “ the meeting with the chief of defence has been preponed.   you can either change here,  or in the car. ”   two subpar options that she is aware of   and unfortunately,   not the only alteration to the plan raymond burdened her with.   she’s in it for information,   but whatever raymond’s paln is,   it doesn’t elude her that jacob’s involvement borders on PERSONAL.    “ the hotel reservation has been extended until thursday,  according to raymond’s wishes. ”

[conziergearch]

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[proifiler]

MEME     :     TOM KEEN     (      we    don’t    need    to    rush    anything.     )

she     tried.     she     gave     everything     to     stay     away     from     him,     to     hate     him     with     her     whole     being.     because     that’s     what     he     deserved,     right?     he     used     her,     lied     to     her,     manipulated     her     oh,     love     and     hate     .  .  .     such     a     fine     line.     she     inhales,     quietly,     eyes     half     closed,     palm     of     her     hand     upon     his     chest,     aware     that     every     bone     inside     of     her     body     longs     for     him.     it     had     always     been     him     -     no     matter     the     risks,     the     consequences,     it     had     always     been     him.     WE     DON’T     NEED     TO     RUSH     ANYTHING.     he     says,     and     she     gives     her     head     a     few     shakes,     forehead     resting     against     his     own     as     she’s     aware     of     the     tears     that     are     about     to     stream     down     her     face.     damn     him.     damn     him     and     his     stupid     boat.     they     should’ve     left     this     city     ages     ago.     ❛     it’s     okay.     i’m     okay.     ❜     a     bare     whisper,     hands     reaching     out     for     his     face,     fingertips     running     across     his     face.     for     the     first     time     in     a     really     long     time,     she’s     vulnerable.     letting     it     all     in.     letting     him     in.     there     she     goes     again,     willing     to     risk     it     all     for     him.     &     that’s     what     love     is,     right?     giving     it     all     up.     even     after     everything     they’ve     put     each     other     through.     ❛     i     want     this.     you.     us.     ❜

[conziergearch]

tom, we got a problem.   only writing partners may reblog,  personals dni.