They spy, PROSEWhat the hell are you doing here?!They spy, PROSE6 years ago in Literature Submissions
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I could ask the same thing to you.
Bourne remained silent. Growling under his breath, it took all of Bonds self-control to not throttle the man who stood in front of him.
The game suddenly shifted slightly. Suddenly it wasnt about insults, wasnt about out-witting the other. It was about staying alive.
Bond shifted his weight and began to walk about the room. He moved slowly, as if Bourne was a wild animal, and sudden movements would set him off, but never breaking eye contact. The mans dark eyes had nothing in them, as if he no longer cared about anything; as if he no longer cared about himself, and that he would feel nothing nothing if he killed the other man in the room with only his hands. Choosing his words carefully, Bond spoke again. Youre the one, arent you.