01-27-2017, 10:04 PM
Yep. Moscow was everything Danjou said it would be. That is, boring as hell. He was in the one place in the whole world Jay thought he'd never see. But so far, the best part of Moscow had been the airport. Everything since then had been the inside of a car or the house of the former french ambassador. That's not to say it all wasn't a welcome change from Africa. Sleeping in an actual bed with an actual pillow was likely to make the return to ground all the harder of a transition, but might as well take it while you can.
So when the word loaded on his duty app that he had leave until 0900 tomorrow, Jay was estatic. He changed into civilian clothes, a black v-neck t shirt, jeans, and threw on his favorite jacket, a green, alpha industries military jacket, and practically bolted out the door.
First instinct was to call Natalie. The note she snuck him the last time they were together burned holes in his pockets. He was in the middle of sending her a message when something popped up on his Wallet, a message from Danjou's assistant.
'If you want one.' was all it read.
He nipped out of the way of a gaggle of pedestrians on the sidewalk and opened the rest.
Concert tickets? The hell?
He stood there blinking at the digital stub. Again, never in his life did he think he would have a shot at going to a Methos concert. Let alone in Moscow.
"Oh I am definitely going to this."
He grinned and slipped the Wallet into one of the secure pockets lining his jacket, turned up the collar to brace the wind against the back of his neck, and trudged into the night.
So when the word loaded on his duty app that he had leave until 0900 tomorrow, Jay was estatic. He changed into civilian clothes, a black v-neck t shirt, jeans, and threw on his favorite jacket, a green, alpha industries military jacket, and practically bolted out the door.
First instinct was to call Natalie. The note she snuck him the last time they were together burned holes in his pockets. He was in the middle of sending her a message when something popped up on his Wallet, a message from Danjou's assistant.
'If you want one.' was all it read.
He nipped out of the way of a gaggle of pedestrians on the sidewalk and opened the rest.
Concert tickets? The hell?
He stood there blinking at the digital stub. Again, never in his life did he think he would have a shot at going to a Methos concert. Let alone in Moscow.
"Oh I am definitely going to this."
He grinned and slipped the Wallet into one of the secure pockets lining his jacket, turned up the collar to brace the wind against the back of his neck, and trudged into the night.
Only darkness shows you the light.