Cassian felt the weight of the world on his shoulders today. It gave him little envy for work like Greyback’s or Ross’s, that was for certain. It made him question why in the hell people like Maxime, or even Vince, worked themselves so hard to attain it. The responsibility - the scrutiny - the consequences for outcomes out of one’s control. What good was it to have such power, when nothing on this earth could truly make you invincible?
To say the least, investigations into the murders were not going well. This was not necessarily their department’s remit, but ever since they had it on good authority that such murders would continue, the scrutiny on their department amplified tenfold. To make matters worse Maxime volunteered Cassian for some bloody fucking taskforce, a more secretive venture (the blonde suspected that at the end of it all, those with sufficient authority declined to partner up with Maxime and left him stranded otherwise). The situation yielded hours of overtime, and he hadn't slept much this week. Now the man was deep in thought, considering tactics of urban disbursement of specialist soldiers in the Battle of Paltzig and how it might apply where he assigned his men. A sharp knock jolted a glance up from his desk to find Vince in the doorway, fixing him a telling grin.
Ah, bloody hell. Cassian knew - he knew... but he also forgot. And the feeling felt like acid searing down the heart-side of his chest, because it made him feel like an ass when his childhood friend looked so excited. More excited than he looked in months, actually. Blue eyes blinked impassively back at Vincent who rattled off a place and time, and Cass resisted the urge to frown when he realized it would not be possible. He had to meet with Greyback and Maxime. Even if he swung for a quick break ahead of their meeting, this was Vince. And Vince takes all night.
Cassian should have said something then. He wanted to, meant to even. If only Vince hadn’t faltered at the doorway, causing his breath to catch in his throat as he anticipated something else. ‘Something else’ never came, and the blowback of the wink left him more or less decimated at his desk for a full thirty seconds. Furious, Cassian thought as he finally came to. Vince is going to be fucking furious. The thought felt more enticing than he wanted to acknowledge.
As the sound of Vince’s footsteps grew quieter, Cass finally stood up from the desk and moved swiftly to the hall right outside his door.
“Iago,” he called, tone sharp in the way he spoke with all his men. Years of practice yielded top-tier performances. “A word in my office,” he instructed, beckoning him with a hand on the doorknob.
To say the least, investigations into the murders were not going well. This was not necessarily their department’s remit, but ever since they had it on good authority that such murders would continue, the scrutiny on their department amplified tenfold. To make matters worse Maxime volunteered Cassian for some bloody fucking taskforce, a more secretive venture (the blonde suspected that at the end of it all, those with sufficient authority declined to partner up with Maxime and left him stranded otherwise). The situation yielded hours of overtime, and he hadn't slept much this week. Now the man was deep in thought, considering tactics of urban disbursement of specialist soldiers in the Battle of Paltzig and how it might apply where he assigned his men. A sharp knock jolted a glance up from his desk to find Vince in the doorway, fixing him a telling grin.
Ah, bloody hell. Cassian knew - he knew... but he also forgot. And the feeling felt like acid searing down the heart-side of his chest, because it made him feel like an ass when his childhood friend looked so excited. More excited than he looked in months, actually. Blue eyes blinked impassively back at Vincent who rattled off a place and time, and Cass resisted the urge to frown when he realized it would not be possible. He had to meet with Greyback and Maxime. Even if he swung for a quick break ahead of their meeting, this was Vince. And Vince takes all night.
Cassian should have said something then. He wanted to, meant to even. If only Vince hadn’t faltered at the doorway, causing his breath to catch in his throat as he anticipated something else. ‘Something else’ never came, and the blowback of the wink left him more or less decimated at his desk for a full thirty seconds. Furious, Cassian thought as he finally came to. Vince is going to be fucking furious. The thought felt more enticing than he wanted to acknowledge.
As the sound of Vince’s footsteps grew quieter, Cass finally stood up from the desk and moved swiftly to the hall right outside his door.
“Iago,” he called, tone sharp in the way he spoke with all his men. Years of practice yielded top-tier performances. “A word in my office,” he instructed, beckoning him with a hand on the doorknob.
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