Date: 16 Jul 2020 01:50 (UTC)
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He arched an eyebrow at that movement. He hardly looked a threat. He appeared to be in his late fifties, at best - which, in many ways, he was. But perhaps the reputation was more than even he knew. But in a world used to shadows, someone who maintained their mystery was different, he supposed.

In the distance, he heard church bells, and his head turned, slightly. He wondered, off-handedly, what it meant. He didn't believe in coincidences, either. He pulled his pocket watch out, glancing at it. Two minutes to the hour.

The watch was returned smoothly and he faced her again.

"Yes, I came alone. I usually do. And I'm not with the Service. Never have been, in fact." There was a brief smile at the last. "As it happens, I'm not even one of Her Majesty's subjects - but that's neither here nor there."

He took a few careful steps closer, leaning on the cane a bit more than he needed to - the last thing he wanted was her going for a gun. Either he'd get shot or - from the looks of her - she'd fall down from blood loss.

"I have come for something akin to a job, and it's because you no longer work for MI5. We both know MI5 is useless to our common purpose."

He doubts he needs to say that much more to let her know, that he does.
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