infiltration;

[caliberill]

[This is Nate, trying to remember what's happened so far.

He remember being betrayed by Flynn and Chloe, being locked up in a Turkish prison for three months (at least he got his own bucket!) and bailed out by Sully along with Chloe, surprisingly. They went to Borneo, trying to screw over Lazarevic and Flynn as Chloe played the double for them. He remembers Nepal and how he met Chloe there, how they had run into Elena and... Jeff. Then Lazarevic and Flynn --that asshole!-- again. Held at gunpoint, Nate could only watch as Chloe was taken from them, then Jeff was--

That thought stays unfinished, but he remembers going after Chloe on that damn train, leaving Elena behind because it was dangerous, and it wasn't her fight anyway, even if he'd gotten her dragged into it. He remembers being shot by Flynn, passing out in the snow. And then he remembers Flynn... saving him. He remembers finding out that somehow, there were now two Harry Flynns in his life: one that didn't screw him over and the other that did--the one that he thought he knew. Everything that happened afterwards?

It's come down to this. Somehow.

Night time, the guards are on patrol but they're too tired to notice the two on the cliff, checking out the area. A grip on those binoculars and Nathan lets out a sigh, pulls back to make a face at the other beside him. ]

You really want to do this?

[He keeps his voice low. Sure, maybe these was an item that needed to stay out of the hands of mercenaries, but those guards looked pretty well armed! That and Nate wasn't in the mood to lose his head in somewhere like northern Africa, no matter how nice Morocco was at this time of the year. They had people to come home to anyway, and he was pretty sure that either Sully or Elena would bring him back to kill him again if he ran short of luck in this place.]

They look pretty tough, Flynn.

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[tipstheodds]

[ that whole thing had been incredibly, incredibly strange, especially when it came down to facing... well, himself. he hadn't really put stock in the parallel universe theory until just then, but that had been pretty undeniable proof of just what had happened and why he remembered things differently than everybody else. it had happened, simply 'in another life' as the saying might go.

sometimes his mind replayed himself dying in that explosion, the bitterness to his other self when he let the grenade drop. there hadn't been any pity, he'd been a bastard to shoot nate without remorse and a fool to think that he was safe because he was working with lazaveric instead of against him, but it still disturbed him every so often when the thought it could have been me popped unpleasantly into his head. and how close the monster had been to wiping both harry flynns out of existence.

but his thoughts are far away from these things as he observes everything from his perch beside nate, scanning the layout of the compound while nate takes in the finer details with the binoculars. he'd spent countless nights awake and not sleeping as he planned the perfect route through this place, mind working and plans being tossed aside when new snags came up, thrown into the bin until it'd overflown, but he's confident this will work. he may be a shit improviser, after all, but he is a master planner. an in and out job - in like flynn.

so he still has no idea what nate was trying to reference with that, but why not adopt it anyway? ]

Just relax. [ his voice is low as well, the grin he flashes nate an easy thing. then again, his ease might be attributed to the fact that this time he's been allowed to bring proper firepower - mercenaries are a vastly different game than security guards, after all, ones that will prefer to shoot them instead of throw them in jail. ] Stick to the plan and we'll be out before you know it. [ he shoves nate's shoulders lightly, adding on: ] Besides, you're the one who called me anyway, you can't back out of your own job.

[ harry's still not very accustomed to playing the hero, so usually this job wouldn't have appeal, but nate had needed him. besides, the promise of swiping whatever riches these mercs had gathered was a nice incentive as well. ]