"Bit creepy", Clint warned her, leaning back with a most comfortable sigh. Yep, perfect to relax for a few hours. "Something about two old people not sleeping and seeing little bald doctors who cut people's life string or something. Oh, and they see everyone's aura and read their feelings in them. Awkward stuff, but if you haven't slept for five minutes in a row for a week or so, you actually believe that you can see anything."
He covered his eyes with arm and tried to recall how that whole encounter back then had ended. He remembered having to leave pretty quickly, give Turi the keys for the boat, telling him that he had no use for it anymore, then a chopper had picked him up right outside the city... And during one of these endless medical sessions lately, one whitecoat had remarked something about a scar on his back, located right in a blind angle so he hardly ever saw himself. Probably was a souvenir from these days.
His head started to throb from too digging too deep into this. He should just look up the file once they were back home, if he still wanted to then. Actually he kept record of his past missions pretty well, often looking up faces, details, strategies for training or research matters, but that one apparently had always slipped his mind, just like it did now, winding away like an eel before he could really touch it.
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Date: 2014-03-23 04:27 pm (UTC)From:He covered his eyes with arm and tried to recall how that whole encounter back then had ended. He remembered having to leave pretty quickly, give Turi the keys for the boat, telling him that he had no use for it anymore, then a chopper had picked him up right outside the city... And during one of these endless medical sessions lately, one whitecoat had remarked something about a scar on his back, located right in a blind angle so he hardly ever saw himself. Probably was a souvenir from these days.
But the details were pretty blurry. Had another agent taken over for him? Or had he taken care of all of these skunks? Guys that even the Mafia had wanted to see dead after they had found out they had been infiltrated? Maybe one of his victims had sent a brother, mother, fiancée on a revenge trip, wouldn't have been the first time...
His head started to throb from too digging too deep into this. He should just look up the file once they were back home, if he still wanted to then. Actually he kept record of his past missions pretty well, often looking up faces, details, strategies for training or research matters, but that one apparently had always slipped his mind, just like it did now, winding away like an eel before he could really touch it.
Maybe some things were better not remembered.