Go and tell that long-tongued liar...
Julian Sark is nothing if not patient. Unfortunately, patience is usually much easier to have when one’s in Milan or Barbados or Galway and not in a version of Chicago slowly on the verge of being devoured by a rift in time and space (how Rambaldi had managed to miss something like that in his prophecies he’ll never know- maybe this world didn’t have a Milo Rambaldi even though it certainly has things that are far more enigmatic and fascinating).
He’s been frequenting the bars, pretending to be some clever young American student, and, honestly, he never would have believed that he’d get sick of lying to people. Never mind the fact that he’s been carded more times than was absolutely necessary by bartenders who didn’t believe for a second he was old enough to drink. Between that and everything else, he’s become more than a little restless and definitely more than a little irritated.
Which is why he’s wandering the streets in the middle of the afternoon, attempting to find some way to kill his insufferable boredom. It’d be a dangerous circumstance for anyone else, but considering he’s working for the things the people in this city are afraid of, he doesn’t think he has much to worry about.
Unless, of course, there’s a Sydney Bristow in this world, although seeing her again and goading her would be preferable to the boredom.
He’s been frequenting the bars, pretending to be some clever young American student, and, honestly, he never would have believed that he’d get sick of lying to people. Never mind the fact that he’s been carded more times than was absolutely necessary by bartenders who didn’t believe for a second he was old enough to drink. Between that and everything else, he’s become more than a little restless and definitely more than a little irritated.
Which is why he’s wandering the streets in the middle of the afternoon, attempting to find some way to kill his insufferable boredom. It’d be a dangerous circumstance for anyone else, but considering he’s working for the things the people in this city are afraid of, he doesn’t think he has much to worry about.
Unless, of course, there’s a Sydney Bristow in this world, although seeing her again and goading her would be preferable to the boredom.