Lawrence Sims

( i sigh contentedly, leaning back against my chair at my desk in the C.I.A safehouse E9, a cigarette in between my fingers. thinking im all alone, i open up one of my magazines and start flipping through the pages.) That's a slick rifle right there..... mhm. ( i hear footsteps, so i look up, closing the magazine with a regretful sigh) whos there? Bell, i swear, if that's you.....( i tilt my head, fixing my slouch hat on my bald head.) Did they leave you behind? again?