Post by Jack the Ripper on Jan 14, 2009 19:44:22 GMT -5
The streetlight above him flickered in the rain, the thunder crackling overhead as flashes of light made the streetlight unnecessary. This weather is what made him happy, and his eyes were closed, his black jacket tugged close to his body, the black only being a coincidence, rather than a uniform. His eyes opened again, red orbs staring up into the storm ridden skies. He had come out here, mainly, to see the storm. Anything that resulted was just extra.
Of course, business always seemed to find him when he didn't want it to. Being a mercenary was like that, a constant tug of war between the embassies. He found he liked most of them, not enough to be 'friends', but enough to work with them without wanting to kill them where they stood. There were some that grated on his nerves, but the senior agents were well aware of which ones to keep out of his grip...if only senior 'Ripper' could be here to see this bullshit.
Throwing back his hood he let his hair free, his eyes brightening as lightening flashed. It was calming, watching the storm rage against the earth. Honestly it was the best feeling ever.
Of course, business always seemed to find him when he didn't want it to. Being a mercenary was like that, a constant tug of war between the embassies. He found he liked most of them, not enough to be 'friends', but enough to work with them without wanting to kill them where they stood. There were some that grated on his nerves, but the senior agents were well aware of which ones to keep out of his grip...if only senior 'Ripper' could be here to see this bullshit.
Throwing back his hood he let his hair free, his eyes brightening as lightening flashed. It was calming, watching the storm rage against the earth. Honestly it was the best feeling ever.