Conklin has no idea what he'd done to deserve this.
Actually, he does, but not specifically. Thirty-some years in grey-to-black operations sure puts a lot of red in your ledger.
He can deal with one child. He can, on occasion, deal with two, but only if someone more experienced with children is around because he makes one hell of a bad babysitter.
He's dealt with the street urchins throughout southeast Asia, in Saigon during the bad old days, and he knows the 'swarm of adorable pickpockets' strategy. He is not, however, used to them being so damn fascinated with his cane and damnable boot!
"No, you may not look at it. Go away."
They giggle and press in closer, drawing more kids their age, one crouching down to get a better look at his prosthetic foot.
5. No but seriously Can You Not
Sure, so a guy limping through the city - a new Foreigner - looks like a soft target. And Conklin isn't unused to being tailed, but his erstwhile tails had been more experienced than mere petty thieves.
Or just the one, in this case. Why send two people after an old man with a cane who can't even walk right?
Conklin turns down an alley, the thief follows him, and halfway down Alex turns on his good foot, plants his cane in front of him, and smiles.
"I'd advise you to reconsider," he says evenly. "Your current plan of action's pretty ill-advised, friend."
[Dealer's Choice]
There's a new Foreigner in town. An older man - about sixty - with greying brown hair, a face prematurely lined by stress, and - most noticeably - a pronounced limp. The cane makes the limp steadier, while the still-awkward gait is courtesy of a late-eighties prosthesis.
Alex Conklin | The Bourne Series (novels) | three guesses who this is, first two don't count
Conklin has no idea what he'd done to deserve this.
Actually, he does, but not specifically. Thirty-some years in grey-to-black operations sure puts a lot of red in your ledger.
He can deal with one child. He can, on occasion, deal with two, but only if someone more experienced with children is around because he makes one hell of a bad babysitter.
He's dealt with the street urchins throughout southeast Asia, in Saigon during the bad old days, and he knows the 'swarm of adorable pickpockets' strategy. He is not, however, used to them being so damn fascinated with his cane and damnable boot!
"No, you may not look at it. Go away."
They giggle and press in closer, drawing more kids their age, one crouching down to get a better look at his prosthetic foot.
5. No but seriously Can You Not
Sure, so a guy limping through the city - a new Foreigner - looks like a soft target. And Conklin isn't unused to being tailed, but his erstwhile tails had been more experienced than mere petty thieves.
Or just the one, in this case. Why send two people after an old man with a cane who can't even walk right?
Conklin turns down an alley, the thief follows him, and halfway down Alex turns on his good foot, plants his cane in front of him, and smiles.
"I'd advise you to reconsider," he says evenly. "Your current plan of action's pretty ill-advised, friend."
[Dealer's Choice]
There's a new Foreigner in town. An older man - about sixty - with greying brown hair, a face prematurely lined by stress, and - most noticeably - a pronounced limp. The cane makes the limp steadier, while the still-awkward gait is courtesy of a late-eighties prosthesis.
What.....do you do?