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[assassinbourne]

There's an assassin in a bar

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[andy_wainwright]

There's a gruff, "'Scuse me," as a certain detective sergeant bumps into the table on his way to the bar.

His face.. ought to be somewhat familiar.

He's probably not the distraction Bourne is looking for.

[assassinbourne]

No, not the distraction Bourne was looking for at all. Blue-gray eyes look up and his movements all together stop cold. And his attention... totally on the man that just bumped into his table.

Simon Ross was dead... he knew that for a fact. So why was he... yeah, he probably looks like he's seen a ghost.

[andy_wainwright]

Andy, upon finding a table that he likes, sits, and freezes mid-motion from flagging down a waitrat, staring straight back at Bourne.

"Somethin' wrong?"

The way he says it, he might as well be wielding a club.

[assassinbourne]

"Considering that you're meant to be dead..."

Yeah, this would be a puzzled Jason Bourne. Though this is Milliways... so maybe he had the wrong man. Though he wasn't sure just yet.

[heads_you_live]

"You look like a man who could use a drink." Came the very British accent from the next booth over.

The voice belonged to one Domino Harvey, in the middle of cleaning her guns. She liked taking advantage of the Milliways timeslip when she could.

[assassinbourne]

He blinks and finds the unfamiliar voice giving a small smile. Those eyes watch her a moment, watch how she cleans her guns. "You could say that."

[heads_you_live]

Easily and with well-practiced movements. Just one of those things she's done a few thousand times and doesn't really have to think about any more.

She smiled at the response, nodding once, "What'll you have?" And then, "Name's Domino by the way, Domino Harvey."

[assassinbourne]

He can admire a woman like that. He didn't know too many who could do that. The folder is closed and his hand placed over it as he watches her.

"Golden Dream." He says before giving a nod to her. "Jason Caine."