Chap30 only the journey is written
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The more Sands thought about it the more appeal working for the CIA held to him. He hadn't really read all the paperwork Doctor Ray had ever so kindly fetched for him. All he knew was it had something to do with the government and having power over people and being paid to pack heat and kill people. At this exact moment Sands couldn't think of a better job it was right up there with kids dreams of being pirates or famous rocks stars.
The appeal of the job was heightened further by the fact that it gave his life a purpose, a direction. That had been something that had always scared Sands not that he made it known to anyone else of course was the lack of direction that his life had. He had spent so much of his life just attempting to hang onto it and had spent many hours since wondering why he had fought so hard for this life all it seemed to do was deal him one bad hand after another.
The reason Sands hadn't given up before now was that he was a fighter, a survivor. The bad hands he had been dealt in life taught him that if he wanted to get anywhere in life he had to take the shit he had and somehow make it work for him and sometimes wherever possible work it to his advantage. The thing that troubled him the most throughout all of this was the uncertainly of where all this was going and what he was wanting to gain from this. Sands had seen there was more to be achieved out of life. Sands hated knowing there was more he could achieve but not knowing what he wanted to achieve and how to make it work in his favour.
He believed the world owed him a lot after all the shit he'd been forced to deal with it all came back to this interesting idea of balance Sands had. The scales weight against him right now but he would make sure the scales tipped back in his favour.
He had a direction now the only thing left for him to do now was play the situation to its full advantage so everything worked in his favour. It was only fair as far as Sands was concerned. Even if it wasn't fair he planned on doing it anyway the world had been unfair to him so why shouldn't he be unfair? Whatever way you looked at it a balance was being struck which Sands liked and intended to maintain.
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Sands smiled as he saw Jason enter the room later that day. "Hey Jas," Sands said with a real smile Jason believed was impossible to see on Sands in this place.
"Hey, you seem happy," Jason commented returning the smile.
"Not a crime is it, even I can be happy," he said still smiling.
"Only if you don't tell me what the hell you're so damn happy about you know how much I hate not knowing things," Jason answered.
Sands smirked. "Oh you know you shouldn't have said that to me it just makes it all the more tempting now to tell you," Sands said with a coy smirk.
"Come on just tell me," Jason said close to pleading.
"Persuade me," he breathed.
"Please," Jason said.
"Like I said persuade me," Sands repeated.
Jason sighed and shook his head slightly but leaned in and kissed Sands slowly and alluringly. Slowly their lips parted and Jason's eyes met Sands as he waited for him to tell him somehow he knew that was all the persuasion he needed.
"Seems I've got myself a bit of a plan for the future thanks to our dear friend Doctor Ray. He's actually not that bad a guy, just don't tell him I said that," he told Jason.
Jason smiled Sands had no idea just how happy it made Jason to hear Sands finally had his life back on track he more than most knew how much he deserved it. "So pray tell what is this plan?" he asked not a trace of mocking or patronising to his voice nothing but genuine interest and happiness for Sands laced his words.
"Well you aren't going to believe this but I am going to join the CIA," he said it still sounded slightly unbelievable to him when he said it out loud.
Jason seemed a little shocked at first but after he thought about it and had a quick read through the sheets Sands handed him he more sense it made to him. He honestly believed Sands would make a great CIA agent.
"That's great," he whispered to him as he leaned in close to kiss him deeply. He was seriously happy for Sands and that his life was back on track he just hoped that as Sands started his knew life he left space for him to join him and didn't leave him behind with all the other bad memories of his past.
