[ Tseng matches him with serenity. There is not a single ripple in his gaze or a hitch in his posture. ]
It doesn't matter.
[ He corrects himself: ]
It won't matter.
[ Tseng has done worse things for far less stakes. For Reno, he's not even sure where the limits are. Not death, that's for certain. But death's a mercy compared to the fate in store for him if all his bridges come crashing down, and yet here he is, here they are. ]
I think I know Jagger's buyer. You don't know him. No one knows him. He is truly untouchable; has been, for all the years I've been searching for him. The men he keeps close at hand are ghosts. It'd make sense that if Jagger was dealing him in, he'd have to cut that last thread first.
[ Li Jun, finally on his way back home. Tseng feels no sense of compunction; it is a far better fate, he knows, than what awaited him if he held out for another day or so. ]
What he thought was the last thread. The last person who could clock him, follow him back to his new boss. He's out there right now, thinking he's bullet proof.
[ He places his hands on the table, palms up and open. ]
All I need is an ID, Reno. Then you're out. We forget all of this. I'll erase it all myself.
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It doesn't matter.
[ He corrects himself: ]
It won't matter.
[ Tseng has done worse things for far less stakes. For Reno, he's not even sure where the limits are. Not death, that's for certain. But death's a mercy compared to the fate in store for him if all his bridges come crashing down, and yet here he is, here they are. ]
I think I know Jagger's buyer. You don't know him. No one knows him. He is truly untouchable; has been, for all the years I've been searching for him. The men he keeps close at hand are ghosts. It'd make sense that if Jagger was dealing him in, he'd have to cut that last thread first.
[ Li Jun, finally on his way back home. Tseng feels no sense of compunction; it is a far better fate, he knows, than what awaited him if he held out for another day or so. ]
What he thought was the last thread. The last person who could clock him, follow him back to his new boss. He's out there right now, thinking he's bullet proof.
[ He places his hands on the table, palms up and open. ]
All I need is an ID, Reno. Then you're out. We forget all of this. I'll erase it all myself.