xxi throw my head back, heart under attack
xxstraight through the chest like a thunderclap
xxyou can burn too bright, burn too bright to see
xxwith the lights out, a shadow of a doubt
Lucian had to resist the temptation to actually sigh with relief as Markus agreed to taking it easy and dropped the subject, draining his glass and pouring himself another one. "So. This Erin friend of yours. If she's gone more anti-hero, there is a very real chance I've heard of her or I've crossed paths with her at some point. What name does she go by?" He asked, sitting back down cross-legged on the couch, facing Markus. He was still sore, but the burn of the alcohol was starting to take that away. It had taken a few drinks to get to this point, but he could feel the alcohol finally starting to relax him fully. His mind wandered to the men who had followed them. He wondered if they'd been found yet, if they'd been missed, if whoever was tracking them knew that he and Markus had escaped. He took another mouthful of his drink. The alcohol was starting to relax him, but he wasn't quite relaxed as he wanted to be.
"So I'm curious. What is the worst mission you've ever been on? In terms of either just... things going horribly wrong or just being weird as all hell. I'll start. Someone contacted me, said they wanted to hire me for a job. Steal a painting from a museum, send it to a given address, half the money up front and the rest on delivery. It seemed easy enough and didn't seem like an obvious trap. And it wasn't, but what it was was a total shitshow. Apparently, the client got drunk, told someone that he was gonna have someone steal the painting for him to hang in his bathroom, which lead to extra security around the painting. I got in there, was faced with half a dozen more security guards than I was expecting, freaking sensors everywhere, and they even had freaking attack dogs. I got the painting, sent it to the location, he sent me the money, and was arrested a week later. They never managed to track me down as the actual thief so got lazy and pinned it on him. But honestly, whatever I got paid for that job wasn't enough. It took me thirty six hours to sleep off the migraine I got from that one."
"So I'm curious. What is the worst mission you've ever been on? In terms of either just... things going horribly wrong or just being weird as all hell. I'll start. Someone contacted me, said they wanted to hire me for a job. Steal a painting from a museum, send it to a given address, half the money up front and the rest on delivery. It seemed easy enough and didn't seem like an obvious trap. And it wasn't, but what it was was a total shitshow. Apparently, the client got drunk, told someone that he was gonna have someone steal the painting for him to hang in his bathroom, which lead to extra security around the painting. I got in there, was faced with half a dozen more security guards than I was expecting, freaking sensors everywhere, and they even had freaking attack dogs. I got the painting, sent it to the location, he sent me the money, and was arrested a week later. They never managed to track me down as the actual thief so got lazy and pinned it on him. But honestly, whatever I got paid for that job wasn't enough. It took me thirty six hours to sleep off the migraine I got from that one."