So this this is something that I've been kicking around for a while. Cross posted to ao3 and tumblr.
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"Ya know," says a voice next to him and the Asset freezes, glancing sideways. "I got a buddy a lot like you."
The speaker is a tall man. Older, thickening a bit round the middle, leather jacket, clean shaven. Everything about him should be screaming threat but he's not even looking at the Asset.
"He couldn't see a way out either."
The Asset prepares… well, he's not quite sure what for, but he increases his state of readiness. He'll figure out what for later.
"You'd like him." The man puts a card on the barrier, not even attempting to put it into the Asset's hands. "Cheyenne mountain, one week. Don't make me come find you. My knees aren't what they used to be."
And that… that wasn't it.