[ She already knows Amber's name. As far as Hei's concerned, she's in much deeper in his business than he'd prefer. He doesn't want her on Amber's radar. Not a flicker, or a blip. UB001 is like a golden spider, spinning webs of spycraft across Hei's entire life, every shiver of a strand alerting her to invaders who will fast become prey, It's her fault his team is dead. It's because of her that Pai is gone. To be around her -- even for a millisecond -- is to inhale toxins so dangerously secret that they fuse into your bloodstream. Like in those dreams where you speak Latin even though you don't, you will awaken one day and exhale-inhale disaster like you've embodied it your whole life. ]
[ It's ironic. Because that's exactly what the espionage world whispers about BK201. ]
[ Korra's words bounce off him as harmlessly as pebbles. He's aware she's right. If they constructed a fifty foot neon sign that screams DANGER, it would be more subtle. Amber's got him in a tizzy, reacting emotionally rather than taking steps to mitigate the situation. ]
[ It doesn't matter. He's already at the door. ]
You need to go somewhere more secure.
[ A bored voice, a conductor saying Tickets, please for the hundred thousandth time. He doesn't stay to argue further. With a rustle of his coat, he's already gone. ]
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Date: 2015-03-21 10:13 pm (UTC)[ It's ironic. Because that's exactly what the espionage world whispers about BK201. ]
[ Korra's words bounce off him as harmlessly as pebbles. He's aware she's right. If they constructed a fifty foot neon sign that screams DANGER, it would be more subtle. Amber's got him in a tizzy, reacting emotionally rather than taking steps to mitigate the situation. ]
[ It doesn't matter. He's already at the door. ]
You need to go somewhere more secure.
[ A bored voice, a conductor saying Tickets, please for the hundred thousandth time. He doesn't stay to argue further. With a rustle of his coat, he's already gone. ]