For @telomnibus.
”It’s a simple job.” He summarizes before sucking on his cigarette; the cold, tawny gaze with which he surveys the younger man not quite bored so much as, perhaps, indifferent. It seems to be iron-clad, that mask of detachment --- as though the man was now incapable of any other way of holding his face. “The usual B&E.”
Not entirely true but then, not a lie either. Volkov’s share in the operation really would be that easy, should he choose to accept. Pick the locks, disarm the alarm. Everything else will be taken care of. Still, it does not make the job easy by any means --- though that is not for the younger man to know. Nothing past what he might require as to complete the objective. Loose lips sink ships and all that bollocks.
Adjusting in his seat, his chest deflates with a quiet sigh, smoke streaming through his nose; hand gesturing vaguely between them as he carries on. “All you need to do is make sure one can slip in and out unnoticed.”
