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Dec. 3rd, 2021 06:57 pmHe knows this place. He remembers this bridge, he had been here with- "Asset! Are you even fucking listening to me?" His handler's voice, snapping and angry, and yet not loud enough to drown out the voices that come from within. The memories. These same buildings, dark and closed up, a woman who had stepped over the broken cobble stones in her high heels without stumbling once, a kind smile. She had been- "Fuck this shit. Asset, mission complete. Return to base at once. Do you understand?" There is an urgency in the handler's voice, urgency that betrays the lies of this mission. The Captain looks around at the streets, at the crowd, listens to the accent they speak in-
"No."
He throws his earpiece off the bridge and into the water. Tosses the umbrella after it. Moves quickly through the crowd, towards the skyline of square clock and Gothic architecture. The briefing had not even a name for this city, just the mission to quickly shoot some diplomat with poison from an umbrella gun. He bumps a tourist and grabs the map from her hands, and finds out he is in London.
Marylebone station, if you ever come visit me. Another memory that has no reason to be a memory at all, the woman's voice accented in the same light way as the crowd he now forces his way through. Chasing memories, he starts to run.
"No."
He throws his earpiece off the bridge and into the water. Tosses the umbrella after it. Moves quickly through the crowd, towards the skyline of square clock and Gothic architecture. The briefing had not even a name for this city, just the mission to quickly shoot some diplomat with poison from an umbrella gun. He bumps a tourist and grabs the map from her hands, and finds out he is in London.
Marylebone station, if you ever come visit me. Another memory that has no reason to be a memory at all, the woman's voice accented in the same light way as the crowd he now forces his way through. Chasing memories, he starts to run.
