[ It's the slightest tip of his chin that follows before he starts off, matching his pace easily with hers as he walks more or less nowhere in particular. It's the kind of camaderie that is supposed to be the point of these things, aside from the US military presence that is here but not on-paper here, like this whole thing isn't a melting pot of black ops agents and clearance levels that are too high to even know about.
If pressed, Nathan would tell her — no, not poison. He has no qualms about dispatching whoever is necessary but there are specific ways to deal with specific people. With their genetic makeup, it's not surprising that there would never be a kill order on James Bond. A keep order, though, a catch-her-alive, a we want her more than we want her dead — that's not out of the cards. (But he would use a gun, and then a knife. Clean, easy, anatomical cuts at specific joints and through sinew and bone, scattered around cities.)
He downs another swallow of his coffee, caramel with milk rather than black like tar. ]
Have you been to Kuwait, [ is his only question, and even then it's phrased more like a sentence, like he's not asking because he's curious but just talking for the sake of it. ]
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If pressed, Nathan would tell her — no, not poison. He has no qualms about dispatching whoever is necessary but there are specific ways to deal with specific people. With their genetic makeup, it's not surprising that there would never be a kill order on James Bond. A keep order, though, a catch-her-alive, a we want her more than we want her dead — that's not out of the cards. (But he would use a gun, and then a knife. Clean, easy, anatomical cuts at specific joints and through sinew and bone, scattered around cities.)
He downs another swallow of his coffee, caramel with milk rather than black like tar. ]
Have you been to Kuwait, [ is his only question, and even then it's phrased more like a sentence, like he's not asking because he's curious but just talking for the sake of it. ]