He comes to a halt, hands shoved deep into his pockets, scans the skies. Then the ground. Then Alex.
He's known battle-hardened mercenaries, bloodthirsty Frenchmen, bravi and assassins; soulless, reckless people all, but. Each had a moment in which they broke. Each had a secret fear, like a secret wound, and if something touched it, they began to squeal.
Cesare placidly looks at Alex as he twists on a heel, peers down the road. "Here, you say," he repeats, raising one eyebrow. He'd like to know and see what it is that can unsettle Alex... scare Krycek.
"Well. And where would it have disappeared to, in your expert opinion?" he remarks, shrugging.
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He's known battle-hardened mercenaries, bloodthirsty Frenchmen, bravi and assassins; soulless, reckless people all, but. Each had a moment in which they broke. Each had a secret fear, like a secret wound, and if something touched it, they began to squeal.
Cesare placidly looks at Alex as he twists on a heel, peers down the road. "Here, you say," he repeats, raising one eyebrow. He'd like to know and see what it is that can unsettle Alex... scare Krycek.
"Well. And where would it have disappeared to, in your expert opinion?" he remarks, shrugging.