brokenweapon | 005.

4,18. Don't fucking tell anyone where I am, you got it?

[Costigan moved to the door, hearing a knock, and waited until the person identified themselves. He had a pretty good feeling it was Bourne, and that fact was confirmed when the man spoke. He opened his door just a crack to ensure, then just wide enough to give him room to enter.]

"Get in here." [He acted as if he didn't want anyone to know he was friends with any wardens. Hell, he still had a reputation to establish here.]

[Bourne went down immediately, a pocket knife for Costigan hidden. Usually he wasn't one to work with other people like this, but it was good sense here. He had an in with the Statie, especially when it came to dangerous inmate goings-on like this.]

"Like I take orders from you," [Bourne said gruffly, recognizing the act for what it was. Nonetheless, he stepped inside.]

[Costigan was stressed and his patience suffered as a result. With someone like Costello, he had no choice but to be patient, which was why he took it out on Madolyn the first time they'd met. But here? There was pretty much only one person he wouldn't flip out on. Maybe two, if his warden turned out to be a worthwhile person.]

"Fuck you, alright?" [The inmate closed the door behind him, locking it and then listening in silence for a few seconds to ensure he wasn't obviously followed. Yeah, he was paranoid.] "I'm trying to help you out here, to do you a fucking favor, and you're going to-- what? Threaten me? Refuse to listen to my orders when I might fucking know a thing or two more than you about this floor and who's around?"

[It was obvious he was serious about what he said. It was just as obvious that he was more stressed than their last good talk and increasingly anxious too.] "If you want this to work? We need to work out a fucking arrangement. Because I'm fucking sick of this shit."

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"That wasn't a threat, it was a promise. I don't know you that well; I have to be sure that if I give you a knife it won't end up in my back." [He shook his head. What a pisser that he couldn't remember much of how Conklin had handled him back in Paris. It could have helped.] "Usually in these kinds of situations, I'm you. It's hard to get used to being on the other side of it. I'm sure you can appreciate that."

[Bourne took a deep breath.] "All right, all right." [Costigan was clearly troubled by what was going on, he could tell that much, and briefly wondered if giving the inmate a knife was a good idea. Too late now.] "Hell of a welcome."

[Time to put himself in Costigan's shoes. He'd want a set arrangement if he was going to be the guy in danger. Sighing, the former asset rubbed his temples. That headache was starting to come back.] "Okay. An arrangement. Go ahead. What do you want out of it?"

"And, what? You think giving me a knife and telling me not to stab isn't common fucking sense? Fuck you." [It was obvious Costigan was more looking for a rant in general at this point than actually angry at Bourne in any way. The man just needed to release some anxiety. His medicine wasn't doing as much as it used to and he was having difficulty getting more.

The inmate paused, looking away with a begrudging sort of expression as he resigned himself to getting along.] "Thanks for the knife."

[Costigan lifted one hand to remove his cap, running the other hand through his hair and scratching nervously at his head. Then his cap was returned as he was thinking.] "I want to know what the fuck's going on on the warden side of things.. And I need someone that can help me get permission to shit, especially since my warden's not exactly what I'm used to. What do you want?"

[Bourne shook his head and waited for Costigan to mellow out - even though that might take several lifetimes. High-strung was the simplest way to put it; he was all wound up about everything that was going on.]

"You're welcome." [He considered Costigan's demands. They were pretty reasonable, all things considered. Information for information and permissions.] "I can do that. What I want - obviously, there's access to your records, and anything else about what the inmates are doing day-to-day if shit like this keeps happening." [He hooked his thumbs into his jeans pockets.] "That's it."

"Great. Abra fucking cadabra, we have a deal." [It seemed to satiate him for now, and the inmate started examining the knife to ensure that it was something he could use well.

Satisfied after only a minute or two of playing, he slid it into his back pocket and gave Costigan a light flick of the head in acknowledgment that was not quite a nod.] "You better get going. Won't do wonders for my reputation if people notice you around here too often."

[Bourne shrugged.] "Wasn't so hard, was it?" [He really did want Costigan to trust him; it was good to have an ally on the inmate side of things, since Armand was, at this point, not liking him very much.]

"Good thinking." [The asset had been thinking the same thing.] "Let me know if it works out for you," [he said, and exited the room.]

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Short spam - Bourne was just playing along, now he has a headache. :x

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