HE STANDS BEFORE HER WITH THE SAME fortitude of a man that was built from marble . arms folded tight across his chest he works his own protective armor across his flesh with a stoic expression chiseled seemingly of permanence across his features . this was their life now . glancing out windows to see when the next strike would come , glancing over their shoulders when every move was dressed for the public eye . evidently it would be his demise , but he was confident he still had some time left , unlike … others , and as he stood before the recently widowed -- the stoic expression postured upon him shifted to something of somber recollection . death was a part of this job and he knew it all too well . ❛ just give me something ❜ finally , he speaks - silence cracked down the center of their own self made facade . they both were holding it together by shards of cut granite , soon enough they would become their own mausoleum . ❛ numbers , statistics , a bank balance for all i care , i have money moving from accounts in switzerland we will be able to fund this , i just need to see it on paper . ❜ @ghosstts
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