St. Petersburg

[aeon_flux69]

[locked for lexiromanov, evankasparov, wild_callie, mikepinocchio, the_romanovs please and thank you.]The air was cold. The clouds hung low in the sky seeming to threaten to cry. As the car barreled down the long drive, once passing large iron gates, two of the people in the car seemed to perk up and look out the window with wide eyes. One was checking his gun. The other was calm, but for Alex, it was

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[mikepinocchio]

Pinocchio turned his cold gaze upon Olga as she called him not by his name but just by a word. She and Santiago should get together. Or her and Inga which he didn't doubt that already happened. The two were nearly like mirrors. The cold ice stares and the manipulating of words.

He bit his tongue to keep words of disrespect under control. But his whole body tensed and hands itched, wanting to curl into fists. He threw a glance Alex's way, don't be rude he said. Yeah, fucking right. Things would be different when he was out of ear shot. It was like that with people like this one and Inga. It was always like that.

His hand caught, a lean in and a brush of lips to his cheek drew his attention off the unpleasantness of this beginning. "I'll stay close," he whispered without hardly moving his lips. "I don't trust anyone here but you and Sunshine." He started walking with them but stopped in holding Alex back for a moment, whispering again as the others got a little ahead, "Remember that talk we had a while back ago? You know it as well as I do... they are going to pull out all the stops. Those triggers in you, are all going to be flipped at. Just which ones are going to work?"

[lexiromanov]

"Which ones..."

Alex frowned as Olga and Kiska made the right polite noises before drawing away. Cathers moved on to fuss over Evan.

"All of them, none of them..." Alex kept his voice low as they started to move down a hallway. "Most of them require my attention, if not my full attention... at least something close to it. We'll be fine as long as we stay together."

Alex has ended up in between Callie and Michael. Appearances be damned. Their hands are caught and held. "You'll see them coming, Michael, if any of the girls try to trip my triggers. If you don't see them do it, you'll feel my flinch... and if it happens, I'll just hold on tighter to whichever of you is the closest. We'll be fine."