From the east a wind stirred the air in the warehouse. Even with the lined jean jacket and leather gloves, it made his body shiver and goosebumps to spread across his skin. The time moved on slowly as the team waited. The bellows died down and all that was left was the sound of distant cars and heavy boots on either cement or metal. The cat walk had at least two guys, the roof held one and there were two more inside on the ground by the cargo. Waiting for the next shipment to come pick up. or was it drop off another batch, he wasn't sure anymore.
This warehouse, these people. They didn't matter. Only the job and his task at hand.
The heavy AK47 was frozen in his hand. Fingers itching for some excitement. or noise. After the last fuck up in their sister business partner, everyone was in high alert. Boss' orders, no talking. Even the radio was dead silent. All that could be heard was the wind and foot steps. Well, the average ears would only pick up these signs.
But Kes was different. Trained differently and held a life unlike a normal child. Not terribly hard, no mental scars as far as he was concerned, but different. He could hear breathing. The intake and exhale of each person he worked with. Knew their rasp or walk by sound alone. Some even by scent. BO or cologne, it didn't matter. Any change or new scent made it self known, he would know.
So when the scent of salt and sugar and dye reached his nose - a military based formula for a smoke bomb - he could not help the glint in his eye nor the smile from his face. Under the baseball cap with a depiction of a shark, Kes knew his smile was very similar to the cartoon variation on his head.
The one he had hoped would show finally arrived.
And yet Kes made no move to warn his comrades. Instead, the rifle was set aside on a pile of crates and Kes stepped into the shadow. Disappearing all together from view. In the shadows, he watched and waited. Minding his time to strike out to finish his job.
Or steal another caress to his masked bird wonder. It was always such a great night when the two would end up beyond spent from being in each others arms. Well, more from grappling than anything more but the contact was still there.
ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻
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