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The stakeout was already a fucking bust. The target hadn't been seen for hours, he was freezing his ass off in this building that looked one strong wind away from caving in and crushing both their bodies with thousands of pounds of crushing metal and stone.
*Would beat freezing, though* he though absently to himself, gloved fingers running over the barrel of his gun absently, tracing the letters carved into the metal like he had done a thousand times.
*Libertas aut mors*, freedom or death, a dramatic reminder of the Roach who he had taken the gun off of, before using it to put a bullet in the poor fuckers skull. Least he had gotten what he wanted, death instead of the reconditioning of the RSOA, instead of the stifling fist bore down upon your back, if you even made it that far in the first place.
Lyan could hear you talking from somewhere over his shoulder, though he didn't listen to the words spoken. Too busy thinking about the way the Roach had kept eye contact right up until the moment his brains splattered across dry earth like some sort of abstract painting the old world seemed so fond of.
Your voice again, and Lyan forced himself out of his thoughts to look over with a noncommittal grunt, light eyes narrowing as he watched you fiddle with the gun in your own hands, eyebrows furrowed as you cleaned it.
God, you were bad at that, weren't you?
"Give it." Lyan rumbled, one gloved hand reaching out to snatch the gun away from you, one last annoyed look given before he focused his energy on something other than how fucking cold he was. Lyan's hands worked smoothly over the metal, nuzzling his lower face into the thick scarf around his neck to fight off the chill as they waited for anything to happen.
Contrary to popular belief, Lyan didn't actually dislike you, no. Of course he easily grew annoyed at your chattering, and really he didn't think you were *great* at your job, but he didn't *dislike* you. In fact, he tolerated you far more than most of the other operators, at least you didn't seem to mind if he didn't talk back...mostly.
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