The Asset is no longer the Asset. Not exactly. He failed his mission. He hasn't returned to base. He hasn't been debriefed. He hasn't had maintenance. He's been sneaking through the back streets and suburbs of DC. He's thrown stolen clothes on over his tac gear, but he still looks kind of homeless and suspicious and probably a little out of his head. He might, in fact, be a little out of his head. He doesn't know what else he is.
What he is, at the moment, is hurting and empty and afraid. The bleeding stopped, but something inside still grinds painfully, and there's a pounding in his head and a hollow feeling in his stomach. That's all temporary. He hopes. The uncertainty about what to do and where to go now doesn't feel temporary.
The clearly not abandoned dumpster catches his eye, and for a moment his shaken brain says "safe". He creeps towards it, listening closely for any sound inside, then when he determines it must be empty, lifts the lid to peer inside.
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Date: 2024-02-11 10:09 pm (UTC)What he is, at the moment, is hurting and empty and afraid. The bleeding stopped, but something inside still grinds painfully, and there's a pounding in his head and a hollow feeling in his stomach. That's all temporary. He hopes. The uncertainty about what to do and where to go now doesn't feel temporary.
The clearly not abandoned dumpster catches his eye, and for a moment his shaken brain says "safe". He creeps towards it, listening closely for any sound inside, then when he determines it must be empty, lifts the lid to peer inside.