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[agenthamlct]

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text

✉️ selin [sent]: Is it really fucking weird that at one point in time I thought to myself ‘man I can tell he was hot’ when I saw a marble statute of a high ranking Greek soldier? 

[kawiofcosmos]

WHEN: November 2020 (flashback) WHERE: Pireaus, also known as the port of Athens, Greece WITH @agentpcndora​

Kawi narrowed his eyes only slightly, the movement barely visible under the cap that he wore against the heavy afternoon sunlight. Even in this town, although most Athenians would say Pireaus was in fact a neighbourhood of the city, the townspeople here very much disagreed. As did they with Kawi’s inability to pronounce it correctly, close enough to sound like “Paris” but he was lacking the true Greek dialect. He was holding a mug of coffee to his lips, the actual Greek kind, bitter, almost tasteless, but perfect for the morning. Over the rim of the mug he watched Agent Pandora come closer through the well kept garden of the beach-side house, a humble home with a bit of space for welcomed guests, and no need for a pool given how close the water was. 

He studied her as he tried to determine whether she request to do a physical training or if she was going to start spitting facts so he would be forced to invite her to spar instead. Either way, he was already sipping quicker in order to finish the coffee before he would accept the session. 

“Kaliméra,” he said friendly.

[icaruswest]

MISSION: 3224PERU*1  TIMEFRAME: directly post-escape, in helicopter transport  PAGING: Agent Pandora @agentpcndora

It takes a lot to take the smile off of West’s face. Usually, his happy go lucky attitude is unshakeable, a constant, annoying force in the universe that cannot be stopped. But the unstoppable force finally crashes into an immovable option, and his good mood is wiped clean. 

Even being behind the seat of a gorgeous, multi-million dollar helo does not seem to fix it. West wants a shower, to wash off the blood of the agents he spent the morning chasing after. He wants a new set of clothing and to never wear this jacket again, even if it is one of his favorites. He wants the stitches in his arm closed back up by a professional. He wants a cheap, greasy burger, a six pack of beer, and the weight of the world off of his shoulders. 

Mostly, he wants the memory of seeing agents he knows and respects in pain, and the awful trigger that flipped inside of him at the blood to reset. West hasn’t been in a hot war zone in awhile, and the sudden explosion, coupled by the violence, has deeply unsettled something in him. He needs time to reset and refocus back on the things that matter, and his new reality, so he can escape the old one.

West hears rustling beside him and looks over at the Agent closest to him. His grip shifts slightly on the control stick as his foot flexes on the pedals at the bottom of his console. The helicopter continues its journey far away from the cursed caves of Peru.

“Everything okay over there?” he calls out, voice amplified by the helmet microphone he has on.

[kawiofcosmos]

MISSION 𝟺𝟸𝟹*𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚄𝚂 TIME: SEPTEMBER 26TH, 6PM @agentpcndora​

Kawi watched the proceedings with a cautious glance, he knew he should feel like he had nothing to fear among friends, but he had never much seen most of the people there as his friends, they were merely coworkers or acquaintances, some as close as rivals. He waited, one of the first to arrive to see who else would follow, his eyes scanned every face that entered the warehouse,  his chest filled with an unfamiliar dread at the amount of people that entered. Maybe a smaller crowd would do their mission more good. He didn't utter those words however, careful to give nothing away on his face but the emotion of anticipation. 

He saw her before she did him, set a few careful steps till he was in her line of sight, then offered a smile. It was careful, though he hoped it was presented as openly as he wished for it to be. They were supposed to be friends of some kind, if only because he feared what she might do with all she knew if they weren’t. There was a knowledge that Kawi should share with her kindness, for if he didn’t, he might find his secrets ready to be spilled, as was human nature. “Did you have a good flight?” he asked Selin when he stood next to her.