First, Lowell was pretty surprised he could recognize the glint of a knife so instinctively.
Second, when he looked up from the sliver of visible blade to the man who was holding it against the young man's side, he knew even more. Their eyes locked for a second, and Lowell was thrown violently into a vision. And it was some seriously fucked up Spy vs Spy action that ended in the guy in the bar snapping his neck.
When he blinked the vision away, the man (and his prisoner) had moved a couple of seats farther away, and Lowell (clearly not thinking straight) scrambled up and followed after them. Oh, shit. Oh shit oh shit. Russian spy brains? Really? Really?
Third, Lowell apparently spoke Russian now and it just came out automatically, like word vomit. "Hey Bach, I think you've uh, got a phone call or something - " In flawless Russian, except awkward as hell. Though the worse part of the word vomit was that as soon as he said it he realized that Bach wasn't the guy's name, it was his code name.
He wasn't really sure where he'd expected to go with this. This wasn't the first time he'd had some ill advised bout of impulsive white knight syndrome.
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Date: 2015-07-05 11:12 pm (UTC)Second, when he looked up from the sliver of visible blade to the man who was holding it against the young man's side, he knew even more. Their eyes locked for a second, and Lowell was thrown violently into a vision. And it was some seriously fucked up Spy vs Spy action that ended in the guy in the bar snapping his neck.
When he blinked the vision away, the man (and his prisoner) had moved a couple of seats farther away, and Lowell (clearly not thinking straight) scrambled up and followed after them. Oh, shit. Oh shit oh shit. Russian spy brains? Really? Really?
Third, Lowell apparently spoke Russian now and it just came out automatically, like word vomit. "Hey Bach, I think you've uh, got a phone call or something - " In flawless Russian, except awkward as hell. Though the worse part of the word vomit was that as soon as he said it he realized that Bach wasn't the guy's name, it was his code name.
He wasn't really sure where he'd expected to go with this. This wasn't the first time he'd had some ill advised bout of impulsive white knight syndrome.