Ivan Volkov (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
telecommute) wrote2017-09-30 11:24 pm
telecommute) wrote2017-09-30 11:24 pm
For tigerjack
Ultimately, Ivan had placed the ad on Craigslist as well as with every independent newspaper Seattle had at his disposal to a very poor showing. A few hits, for certain, all wanna-be zombie apocalypse survivors though. Even if they had the skills (which they didn't) their poor manners and lack of punctuality and hygene set Ivan's teeth on edge. He couldn't imagine spending the several days with them that the mission required.
It should be not dangerous at all. That was why they assigned Ivan to it, his shortcomings were well known. However, Ivan had done enough reading about the area and he wasn't going in alone. The deadline for when he could properly study the star maps over the area was fast approaching however and he still had no man at arms for hire.
'One more,' Ivan told himself. One more interview at his apartment with a prospective taker and if that was a bust he'd try to explain it to the higher ups. So he waited for this Sebastian Moran, having buzzed the man in through the front door a moment before, tea hot and ready on the small kitchenette table of his clean but cluttered condo.
And if Ivan murmured a small prayer that this would work, well, no one but him and the angels would know, wouldn't they?
It should be not dangerous at all. That was why they assigned Ivan to it, his shortcomings were well known. However, Ivan had done enough reading about the area and he wasn't going in alone. The deadline for when he could properly study the star maps over the area was fast approaching however and he still had no man at arms for hire.
'One more,' Ivan told himself. One more interview at his apartment with a prospective taker and if that was a bust he'd try to explain it to the higher ups. So he waited for this Sebastian Moran, having buzzed the man in through the front door a moment before, tea hot and ready on the small kitchenette table of his clean but cluttered condo.
And if Ivan murmured a small prayer that this would work, well, no one but him and the angels would know, wouldn't they?