[ This time, Hei does glance at her, his eyes glinting a semaphore of hostility and coldness. He wishes she'd shut up. Is half-tempted to reach out and zap her out cold, so he can drive undisturbed, without her high-strung chatter pinging off his brain. ]
[ Anyway. Narrating his history with Amber is impossible. Not just because of his penchant for secrecy, but because the entire tale is colored with surrealism. The half-surgical half-mythical jargon of spies came into being out of a need for ordinary words for extraordinary things, and so when it is pieced out into operational phrases the story doesn't seem believable. It has the smoky glamour of the myths which had gone around the training camps, which had circulated in South America: a Contractor cycling half the length of the jungle with only a day's rations; the double-agent in Peru who gambled with SIS and whose dangerous cover was that of a black market dealer willing to give enemy soldiers the best cut of what he had; a cunning honeytrap who vied two top agents against each other and pocketed the profits untouched by the political rivalries. ]
[ What happened in South America was unbelievable. Even in Hei's memory, its likeness is that of a Bosch or Dali painting: ludicrous, impossible, horrific -- yet so palpably real. ]
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Date: 2015-03-23 02:26 am (UTC)[ Anyway. Narrating his history with Amber is impossible. Not just because of his penchant for secrecy, but because the entire tale is colored with surrealism. The half-surgical half-mythical jargon of spies came into being out of a need for ordinary words for extraordinary things, and so when it is pieced out into operational phrases the story doesn't seem believable. It has the smoky glamour of the myths which had gone around the training camps, which had circulated in South America: a Contractor cycling half the length of the jungle with only a day's rations; the double-agent in Peru who gambled with SIS and whose dangerous cover was that of a black market dealer willing to give enemy soldiers the best cut of what he had; a cunning honeytrap who vied two top agents against each other and pocketed the profits untouched by the political rivalries. ]
[ What happened in South America was unbelievable. Even in Hei's memory, its likeness is that of a Bosch or Dali painting: ludicrous, impossible, horrific -- yet so palpably real. ]
[ Eventually, flatly -- half-deflection, half-concession, ]
Once you've gotten in touch with your handler, you can ask them.
[ UB001. BK201. The Black Reaper. Heaven's Gate. Their stories are a paradox -- infamous, but in the most secretive way. ]