Wisdom arrives. [OTA, nudge Kat]
Wisdom arrived under the cover of night, the Jeep carrying him the hours from St. Petersburg in silence. It wasn't that he was expecting a lavish display, since he needn't be wooed by Stryker to come to Siberia and bore himself stupid. He'd chosen to go there.
What the fuck, he'd chosen miserable cold and a girl he'd barely spent more than three months with at any given point over a span of two years instead of cushy personal jets and hotels with jacuzzi's in-suite? He was kicking his own ass for that.
He stepped out into the icebox air and slung his bag over his shoulder. The uniform felt like someone had stripped his skin and given him steel wool to wear, but he wasn't going to bitch. He'd chosen this.
What the fuck, he'd chosen miserable cold and a girl he'd barely spent more than three months with at any given point over a span of two years instead of cushy personal jets and hotels with jacuzzi's in-suite? He was kicking his own ass for that.
He stepped out into the icebox air and slung his bag over his shoulder. The uniform felt like someone had stripped his skin and given him steel wool to wear, but he wasn't going to bitch. He'd chosen this.