Well, that could have gone worse.
Red thought to himself as he ducked behind the Reception Desk just in time to avoid a bullet to the head.
Nigel was not in a good mood, though if Red was correct that probably had more to do with part of his plan working and Sarah making a clear escape then him mocking the elder man...
Maybe it was a mixture of the two?
Either way it really didn't matter. Sarah was safe and he was pinned behind a desk with the trigger happy Brit across room, not exactly his best moment here but he would have to work with what he was given.
Nigel knew Red couldn't last much longer, The Russian was bleeding out too much and had no weapons on him besides a couple of throwing knives that the younger always kept hidden somewhere on him.
A part of him just wanted to storm over and drag the younger stubborn man from behind the desk but his rational side knew better. Red may not have many knives left but all he really needed was one and a clear aim for there to be no more Nigel.
Nigel was a lot of things but not a suicidal fool, he had learned from the errors of others and had come up with the safest plan available.
All he really needed to do was wait for blood lost to take hold and keep Red pinned where he was until then. The rest would work itself out. Leaving Nigel to simply just collect the younger while he was in his weakest.
Simple. Short. Easy. Yet satisfying to a degree.
All he had to do was be patient.
He was screwed.
Red sighed softly in resignation. His mind had come up with and disregarded over two hundred plans yet all of them had ended with him either being shot by the Mad Brit just waiting across the room.
No matter what he did, Nigel would have the upper ground and Red doubted he would be able to trick Nigel into losing it. The elder was mad not stupid, the Brit knew his tricks all too well. Surrendering had briefly appeared in the Russian's mind before he had thrown it out with a vengeance.
He would sooner shot himself then surrender to Nigel, of all people.
Better yet, he would shot Nigel. All he really needed was a gun, any gun really, he wasn't one to be picky. Yet he had none on him leaving only one option left.
To sit there and slowly bleed out until he became vulnerable due to blood lost, which Red was willing to bet his one good eye, was the Spy's plan from the start.
"Damn it."
"Damn it."
Nigel chuckled softly hearing the anger in the younger's voice. It seemed Red had finally worked out his plan and wasn't too please with it. Unable to help himself the older man took a jab at the younger.
"You know Love, you can always just surrender. I'll even stitch you up."
Of course, he knew the Russian would do no such thing but at least he could say he offered.
"Fuck you!"
Nigel hummed softly as if in thought. A large grin twisting onto his mouth at the thought. It had been some time since he had last been with the younger and the Toys he had could never replace the original.
"Maybe later."
An angry growl come from behind the desk and Nigel could just image the Russian wringing his hands as if strangling someone.
A low growl escaped Red as he wringed his hands, imaging the air between them was the older man's throat.
Nigel always had a way of getting under his skin and pissing him off.
"Now, now Love. Temper."
That lecturing tone rang clearly in the air causing Red to grit his teeth in annoyance. He'd should Nigel temper when he wrapped his hands around the other's throat and finally managed to strangle the life out of the elder. Then and only then could Nigel lecture him on his temper.
"Come over here and I'll show you temper."
A low chuckle filled the air.
"Tempting but I'm fine where I am. Though you're welcome to come over here and join me."
"Sure, just toss me you're gun first."
He could hear the amusement in the Spy's voice as he spoke.
"I'm not that mad, Red."
"Could have fooled me."
Red mumbled softly to himself but the deep rumbling laughter told him the elder had heard him anyway.