Live And Let Die // Tss Au

Remus is tired of being nice. Remus wants to go apeshit

The data is in! I counted! James Bond has in all of the movies in total fucked 69 times and out of those 69 times 11 were on a boat and 4 were under water!

It had gone an entire week since the failed mission. No one had any clue on where Remy, or Roman for that matter, could be. Or maybe more importantly, what was happening to them.

Remus traced his finger over the shelves of documents and mission reports. They were piling up with dust surrounding them. If he tried to take one out the entire pile would probably spill out over the floor.

He was at MI6's second base. (Logan had allowed him to go out as long as he used crutches) The base which no one outside of the agency and goverment people knew about. It was better to keep all important infomation like this on paper or someone with a Q like mind could easily hack it all away. The base was stationed in what looked like an accountant agency. It was a small and easy to miss building with no windows.

The agent went over to the shelves with newer documents and took out the binder detailing everything in the case surronding Enfuel. He held it in his hands as if it hurt just to touch it. He had a lot of reading to do.

The old wooden chair creaked as he sat down on it. He spread the papers out on the matching table in front of him and sat the crutches down beside him.

He didn't need to look through the first part of the documents. He couldn't forget that information if he tried. It was about when he and Roman first had done an investigation on Enfuel. When Roman had...been taken.

Remus bit his cheek until his mouth got filled with the taste of copper. He hadn't written the mission report but all the information had come from him. The memories of being questioned over and over again was stuck on his fingertips and he couldn't wash it off no matter how hard he tried.

The feeling of the cold metal table under his hands. The people he didn't recognize forcing him to answer questions through tears or else they would suspect him of having murdered Roman. His brother's blood still being on his clothes. It'd gone less than 5 hours since the mission, they hadn't let him change. He had refused to say Roman was dead. It'd gone on for hours until Logan had come and argued with them to at least let Remus rest before continuing with the questions.

He shook his head to get the memories away and moved onto the papers about the newer mission surronding Enfuel. Maybe if he reread all of it now with all the new information he knew some solution would suddenly be obvious to him.

The words swam around on the page. He tried to concentrate but it went so slowly. He didn't have time for this.

Remus hit his hands to his head over and over "Stupid stupid stupid" He mumbled.

If Remy had been the one to not get captured he was sure they would have completed the whole mission by now. Anyone would be able to do this better than him. All he was good for was being a human shield. First for Roman and then for Remy. And now he couldn't even do that.

He leaned back in his seat and rubbed his eyes. "Not leaving until I've read it all" He promised.

By the time he was done his head was aching from a headache and it was dark outside. No one was at the base aside from him and the nightguard who'd asked him if he was okay twice already.

He'd written up a list of all of Enfuel's different locations and buildings (Easily reaching 250) and only been able to cross 10 or so were Remy and Roman definitely wasn't. It felt like he hadn't done enough to deserve a break.

So he stood up and stretched out which made all his joints crack, before going over to some of the older documents. He took out a whole bunch which made his broken fingers hurt just to hold. The table creaked as he dropped the papers onto it.