Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 23:29:21 GMT -8
To be honest, he hardly felt comfortable in this building. There was always that lingering worry in the back of his mind that someone would somehow recognize him. Not in the good way, though... In the sort of way that gave away his previous occupation before he'd turned tail and run from London. It was with his recent return that he'd decided to make something of himself and start over, so long as the past didn't come to bite him in the ass.
Amber eyes flicked left and right, lips tightening as the professional feel of the place overwhelmed him. It wasn't quite unlike what he'd known from when he was told by his old bosses who was his next target... Calm, calculating... But now he was in a place where rather than just shooting him in the head and leaving his body in some back alley, he could very well be taken in for questioning, thrown into a prison, and left to rot. The difference between the two? At least he wouldn't experience the decay if he was already dead.
He took a deep breath, easing his nerves before making his way further into the building. He needed to figure out where to talk to someone, and so he shuffled over to the reception desk and peered over at the... to put it tenderly: older woman who was typing away at her computer without bothering to look up.
It took Vaughan a moment of standing there before she finally glanced over. He expected a greeting, but never got one.
"Hello~. The name's Vaughan Rees-Kirkland." He gave a pause, but the woman didn't seem impressed. "I'd like to look into joining the M16." Again, not much enthusiasm. She actually even looked back down to her computer, and for a moment Vaughan contemplated walking out.
"Well, I hope you have a lovely day, Miss." He offered that much before turning around and leaning against the desk some with a sigh. "Who do I talk to, now?"
Amber eyes flicked left and right, lips tightening as the professional feel of the place overwhelmed him. It wasn't quite unlike what he'd known from when he was told by his old bosses who was his next target... Calm, calculating... But now he was in a place where rather than just shooting him in the head and leaving his body in some back alley, he could very well be taken in for questioning, thrown into a prison, and left to rot. The difference between the two? At least he wouldn't experience the decay if he was already dead.
He took a deep breath, easing his nerves before making his way further into the building. He needed to figure out where to talk to someone, and so he shuffled over to the reception desk and peered over at the... to put it tenderly: older woman who was typing away at her computer without bothering to look up.
It took Vaughan a moment of standing there before she finally glanced over. He expected a greeting, but never got one.
"Hello~. The name's Vaughan Rees-Kirkland." He gave a pause, but the woman didn't seem impressed. "I'd like to look into joining the M16." Again, not much enthusiasm. She actually even looked back down to her computer, and for a moment Vaughan contemplated walking out.
"Well, I hope you have a lovely day, Miss." He offered that much before turning around and leaning against the desk some with a sigh. "Who do I talk to, now?"