Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel. But I own Alec. (Evil Laugher) (Producers approach with lawyers.) I don't own Alec either. :(
A/N: Enjoy.
Glasses
He slipped the pair of glasses onto his face. Not even surprised as his vision adjusted to the glasses faster then he could breathe. They built for precision. The perfect race. The perfect soldier. The perfect assassin.
Alec waited for the guy to come out of the shower. Not knowing it would be his last.
He placed the glasses back on the dresser among the other miscellaneous. Glancing at the picture of a young man with dirty blonde hair. Not unlike his own.
His heart clenched. He could feel the wire in his hand. Ready. Waiting. It dug into his skin a content reminder as he waited.
As every second passed, he got a tiny bit tenser.
The shower stopped. And so did his heart.
He felt himself draw away. Into a tiny box deep inside himself.
A place where he'd be safe. A place where he'd be protected.
The guy opened the door.
He was ready.
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